The Smallest Brave Heart

Lyrics

[Verse 1] By the old stone well at the edge of the vale I found a red feather tucked under a rail A fox in a waistcoat bowed low to the ground And offered a map with no north to be found [Pre-Chorus] He said, “Take the path where the blue thistles grow Past the hill that remembers the names of the snow” [Chorus] Come along, come along, through the briar and fern There’s a crown to recover and a wheel to turn With a lantern of acorns and boots made for rain We’ll outwit the giant and dance home again Come along, come along, let the wild road ring For the smallest brave heart can awaken a king [Verse 2] We crossed a bright river on bridges of bone While three little ravens sang tunes of their own A princess in armor was mending a gate She laughed, “If you’re coming, you’d better not wait” [Pre-Chorus] She carried no sword, just a key made of glass And a promise that sorrow would soon have to pass [Chorus] Come along, come along, through the briar and fern There’s a crown to recover and a wheel to turn With a lantern of acorns and boots made for rain We’ll outwit the giant and dance home again Come along, come along, let the wild road ring For the smallest brave heart can awaken a king [Instrumental Reel] [Bridge] At the tower’s last door stood the giant asleep With a thundercloud beard and a snore down deep We tickled his nose with a sprig of sweet thyme He sneezed seven mountains and halted the time [Verse 3] The crown was a seed in a walnut-shell chest We planted it where the green valley rests By morning a tree held the sun in its leaves And bells from its branches rang over the eaves [Final Chorus] Come along, come along, through the briar and fern There’s a crown to recover and a wheel to turn With a lantern of acorns and boots made for rain We outwitted the giant and danced home again Come along, come along, let the wild road ring For the smallest brave heart has awakened a king [Outro] By the old stone well when the evening birds call The fox tips his hat, and the shadows grow tall If you find a red feather tucked under a rail Take my hand, brave traveler—set out on the tale