Intro

Aster Rowan, turn the key,

Wake the red earth under me.

Verse 1

By the stone where the thistle bends,

I count old roads and call old friends.

Clay on my boots, rain in the grain,

A silver bird cuts through the plain.

I bring three words to the standing tree,

Bread for the crow and a cup for me.

Quick with the tongue, light on the feet,

I make a promise where the wild winds meet.

Pre-Chorus

Hush now, the heather knows,

Something stirs beneath the rows.

Chorus