Verse 1: Male

By the old stone well where the thistle bends

I found your map tied up with twine

Three red marks past the cedar fence

And a road that vanished from every sign

Verse 2: Female

I packed two apples, a woolen coat

Your brass compass and my mother’s knife

The moon was thin as a traveler’s note

But your eyes said, “Come, there’s more to life”

Chorus: Both

Take my hand, we’ll follow the river

Past the fields where the wild hawks turn

If the night grows cold, hold me closer

There are roads no book has learned

With your voice beside mine, we’ll discover

What the far hills keep out of sight

Two hearts and a worn-out compass