Shona Moonlight - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[verse] Deep in the red clay where the shadows reside I felt the pulse of the bones left behind A heavy mantle that the evening wore Walking a path through an ancient door The ancestors breathing in the tall dry grass Watching the seasons and the spirits pass Your name is a hum in the center of the room A blossom that opened in the sudden gloom The dirt remembers the weight of your feet Where the river and the mountain meet The silence is thicker than the morning haze Tracing the map of our forgotten days I carry the fire that you used to hold A story of silver and a story of gold It stays in the marrow and it stays in the skin The place where the end and the start begin [chorus] Listen to the ground when it starts to speak Strength for the weary and the tired and the weak A silver thread through the needles of time A mountain that we are destined to climb The blood in the vessel is a holy vine Wrapped around your heart and wrapped around mine It is the anchor and it is the sail The truth that survives when the senses fail [verse] There is a window that is never shut A secret carved in a hollow nut Buried beneath the oldest of trees Carried away on a southern breeze It is not a ghost but a living spark A guiding hand through the velvet dark I feel the shifting of the tectonic plates The opening of the iron gates The salt of the earth and the sting of the spray The light that arrives at the break of day [chorus] Listen to the ground when it starts to speak Strength for the weary and the tired and the weak A silver thread through the needles of time A mountain that we are destined to climb The blood in the vessel is a holy vine Wrapped around your heart and wrapped around mine It is the anchor and it is the sail The truth that survives when the senses fail Listen to the ground when it starts to speak Strength for the weary and the tired and the weak A silver thread through the needles of time A mountain that we are destined to climb The blood in the vessel is a holy vine Wrapped around your heart and wrapped around mine It is the anchor and it is the sail The truth that survives when the senses fail

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