The Long Journey Home

Описание: The Long Journey Home takes listeners on a haunting journey through the "fields of white linen" and the grey mists of dawn. It is a song about the physical and emotional weight of traveling home, passing by the ghosts of the past ("a thousand white crosses") to find the simple "soft, yellow promise" of a lit window.

Accompanied by acoustic guitar and low cello, this track reminds us that sometimes the only gift we need to bring is our stories.

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Lyrics:

The first star is fading, the sky is still grey,
Deep in the forest, the start of the day.
The air bites like ice, and the silence is deep,
Just the crunch of the sledge where the great snowdrifts sleep.
We left before dawn, wrapped in furs and in wool,
The lantern is swinging, the journey is full.
Of dark, lonely whispers and shadows that crawl,
Wishing for shelter, wishing for all.

But it's Christmas Time, and the journey is long,
And the roads they are singing a slow, weary song.
Through the fields of white linen, the frozen night sighs,
With a thousand white crosses beneath the cold skies.
But the destination is simple, a small wooden gate,
Where warmth and humanity patiently wait.

The driver is sleepy, his eyes on the ground,
He speaks of the past, without making a sound.
Of winters much colder, and harvests all failed,
While every small window we pass is unveiled
With the soft, yellow promise of light and of fire,
Fueling the horses and fueling desire.
For a simple exchange, a handshake, a prayer,
And knowing you’re welcome, and knowing they care.

We carry no gifts, no bright, fancy box,
Just stories we saved from the wolves and the fox.
But the weight on our shoulders begins to subside,
As the scent of the pine and the cooking collides.
The old town is waking, the shadows grow thin,
The moment is here where the true holiday begins.

'Cause it's Christmas Time, and the journey is long,
And the roads they are singing a slow, weary song.
Through the fields of white linen, the frozen night sighs,
With a thousand white crosses beneath the cold skies.
But the destination is simple, a small wooden gate,
Where warmth and humanity patiently wait.

Just warmth and humanity, that's what we found.
No sound but the silence, on this hallowed ground.

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Keywords:

#FolkMusic #AcousticChristmas #WinterBallad #Storytelling #WarmthAndHumanity #IndieFolk #Cello #NewMusic #Atmospheric

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