[Intro]
[Verse 1]
A quiet stream beneath the stone
Taught the valley to breathe, to grow.
Grass, birds, and creatures of the wood
Drank the light as only it could.
[Verse 2]
Children’s laughter skimmed the stream,
A breeze that came like a passing dream.
She carved a bed of silence deep,
Where no cradle ever rocked to sleep.
[Chorus]
She still sings beneath the stone,
The nests are empty, left alone.
Young shoots have bloomed across the glade,
The young stag calls in the woodland shade.
[Verse 3]
The spring ran dry, the sky withdrew,
Wings that knew the way now drift askew.
The shining fields lie left to die,
The stag that called gives no reply.
[Verse 4]
Long the water kept the banks as one,
Since it fell still, the hills’ song was done.
Paths cross and never meet an eye,
Old echoes fade as the current goes by.
[Chorus]
She sang beneath the stone,
The nests grew cold, the birds had flown.
The glade closed in, the shade grew deep,
The stag lay down, too tired to weep.
[Outro]
Even a dry spring
Remembers the rain
Silence is all
That will remain
Special thanks to Sheera
Written, composed and produced by ErnestoKade.
Released by Tiple Sound Records.
@ ErnestoKade All Rights Reserved