Feral Roots

(альбом: Feral Roots - 2019)

On the mountain where I was born
There are trees that would call my name
On the wind they would bring a song
For every feral ear to claim
They'd say keep your eyes open
And we'll teach you to dream while you are awake
Well they haven't spoken
Since their branches were broken
For the fire that they told me to make

Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Are calling me back home

On the book where my page was torn
There are words that I don't understand
All my elders, they tell me
Those ones were not writ by human hands
Well I just don't believe that's true
If the truth can be written
Then the truth can be hid
Those words are commanding you
Though your body may grow old
In your mind you must remain a kid

Feral roots
Are calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home

Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home