[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Whispers of the olden breeze,
Through the pines and rustling leaves,
A lone flute hums its timeless tune,
Echoes dance beneath the moon.
[Chorus]
Oh, the pure, the simple, the true,
Strings of heartbeats, skies of blue,
Voices woven in the ancient loom,
Roots run deep where silence blooms.
[Verse 2]
Dusty hands on weathered strings,
Drums that chant what memory brings,
Footsteps trace the river’s song,
Where the past and now belong.
[Bridge]
Ash and ember, light and stone,
Breath of stories yet unknown,
Carry rhythms unrefined,
Harmony of humankind.
[Chorus]
Oh, the pure, the simple, the true,
Strings of heartbeats, skies of blue,
Voices woven in the ancient loom,
Roots run deep where silence blooms.
[Outro]