[Verse] Out on the hills where the hollows sigh Under the oak where whispers lie A rusted plow stands still with time And shadowed hands brush dust to climb [Verse 2] The creek runs low but sings its part A song of stone and a weary heart The stars lean close in a velvet sprawl No answers given Just the beckon's call [Chorus] Oh Wandering winds Take me there To the fields untamed With the bramble's snare The earth it hums It pulls me in We’re kin to the roots The bark The skin [Verse 3] A farmer's ghost on the threshing floor His boots worn smooth by the years he wore The barn stands gray The roof half gone Yet still the sparrows find their song [Bridge] Rust and rot They tell their tale Of hands that held and those that failed But even in the crumble It all remains A story of love Of joy Of pain [Chorus] Oh Wandering winds Take me there To the fields untamed With the bramble's snare The earth it hums It pulls me in We’re kin to the roots The bark The skin
