Verse 1

Where the old roof split beneath the winter rain,

A swallow’s shadow crossed the empty grain.

She circled once above the chimney stone,

Then searched the fields for somewhere called her own.

Pre-Chorus

Past the blackened orchard, past the river’s bend,

She followed a road that refused to end.

Chorus

Shadow of the swallow, carry me home,

Over the ridges where the wild winds roam.

I have no doorway, no hearth, no name—

Only the sky and a heart still aflame.

Verse 2

The barn stood broken, its rafters stripped bare,

A rusted bell swung in the thinning air.

She found one feather caught in a thorn,