【 音乐游记】The Land Remembers- a song from Cumberland Gap national park

Описание: ✨ The Land Remembers ✨
A haunting folk hymn inspired by the deep spiritual bond between Native Americans and their sacred land. From misty mornings and whispered prayers, to misunderstood treaties and the loss of homeland, this song carries the echoes of history and the eternal spirit of Mother Earth.

🌿 The verses tell of reverence, sharing, betrayal, and loss… while the chorus reminds us that no one can truly own the land, for the spirit flows like an endless ocean of clouds from dawn to eternity.

🎶 Style: Mystical folk ballad / hymn
🌌 Mood: Spiritual · Haunting · Reflective

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Title: The Land Remembers
lyrics ：sueana 萱姐
music composed by Sueana 萱姐with AI App
Singing by AI app

Murmur (spoken, ambient)

“It seems mysterious why you ask for so much land,
So close to us… Yet we grant it, though your goods will fade.”


Verse 1
Misty morning, spirit drifts through trees,
Whispers of prayer ride the trembling breeze.
Fear and reverence haunt the forest wide,
An ocean of clouds falls through the gap,
Reaching sacred lands far and wide.


Verse 2
The earth is grace and mercy without end,
Soil like honeydew, where freedom can roam.
Mother Earth holds all creatures, great or small,
Peace flows softly, like a creek we hear.


Verse 3
It seems mysterious, you ask for so much land,
Your dollars spoil our nature, our free and open sand.
Yet still we show you grace, as Mother Earth taught,
While you seek only borders, walls, and names on charts.

But the spirit of the land cannot be chained,
Your works will rot and fade when eternity reigns.


Verse 4
Time drifts by, a hundred years gone,
You return, chasing the soul lost long.
You search in vain, nothing is found,
Mother Earth whispers—you hear nothing but the wind.
Your days on this earth are now no more,
Where can you find new land to call your own?


Chorus
Your days on this earth are left no more,
Where can you find new land to call your own?
The spirits pour, an endless ocean of clouds,
From the first light of day to eternity’s crown.