A Slow Walk Through Wildflowers
Indie folk song with a gentle, unhurried pace: fingerpicked guitar, banjo, light percussion and bass, with a soft male lead and a female harmony. Tender and pastoral, sung in English, about a slow walk through a field of wildflowers with someone new.
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Leave the iron gate ajarMind the thistle and the burrWe don’t have to go too farTo find the peace you might preferI’ve been waiting for a dayWhere the clock feels out of placeWatching how the grasses swayMoving at a dreamer’s paceSlow down, let the clover leadWait for the wind to settleJust the sort of time we needTracing every petalSlow down, let the clover leadTracing every petalBluebells nod their heavy headsDrunken on the morning dewWalking where the rabbit treadsTrying to keep up with youThere’s a latch upon the stileWhere the foxglove starts to climbIf we stay here for a whileWe might trick the hands of timeSlow down, let the clover leadWait for the wind to settleJust the sort of time we needTracing every petalSlow down, let the clover leadTracing every petalPast the creek and through the gateWhere the hills begin to foldNothing here is left to fateTangled in the green and goldYou take a step, I take a breathLearning how your shoulders leanFar away from life and deathHidden in the tall unseenSlow down, let the clover leadWait for the wind to settleJust the sort of time we needTracing every petalSlow down, let the clover leadTracing every petal
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