[Verse 1] I felt the frost bite through the pine, A crackling hymn in the frozen pines. Branches bowed, a brittle choir, Whispering secrets of the fire. Footsteps shallow in the snow, The world asleep, the embers glow. I carry winter in my veins, But the thaw calls out my name. [Chorus] Oh, the wind hums low, it’s a song I know, Through the thistle and the stone. Come in from the cold, let the earth enfold, This heart that’s wandered too far alone. [Verse 2] Beneath the ice, a quiet stream, Buried deep, but it still dreams. Of meadow blooms and wild tides, The green world waits where warmth resides. Sky turns ash as the dusk ignites, Clouds like coals in fading light. I leave my shadow by the trees, Trade my frost for the wild sea breeze. [Chorus] Oh, the wind hums low, it’s a song I know, Through the thistle and the stone. Come in from the cold, let the earth enfold, This heart that’s wandered too far alone. [Bridge] Lichen grips the weathered bark, A map of time in its quiet marks. Even in stillness, life takes hold, A whispered truth the wild has told. [Outro] So I step inside the fire’s glow, And shed the weight of winter’s snow. The branches reach, the earth’s embrace, I find my home in this quiet place.
