Lyrics

[Verse]
Through the mist of morning
I tread so low
Where the heather whispers
Where soft winds blow
Ancient stones tell tales untold
Of a time when the earth was young and bold

[Chorus]
Oh
The land remembers
Though we may not see
The songs of the forest
The cry of the sea
In every shadow
In every stream
The slow old tales weave through the dream

[Verse 2]
A wren on the branch
Her song so sweet
Guides me through the bog where spirits meet
Footsteps vanish in the peat so black
But the stories linger
They call me back

[Chorus]
Oh
The land remembers
Though we may not see
The songs of the forest
The cry of the sea
In every shadow
In every stream
The slow old tales weave through the dream

[Bridge]
By the fire's glow
The elders spoke
Of faerie paths and an oaken cloak
Their words hung heavy
Their faces worn
Carving legends where life was born

[Verse 3]
So I’ll wander on
Through moss and stone
Listening for voices not my own
The heather whispers
The hills reply
And the old folk songs will never die