Music - The Trees Stopped Walking

"The Trees Stopped Walking"
A folk song of the Downs

Verse 1
In the days when kings were crownin’
And the sky was black with crows,
The woods came down from Deepwood’s heart
Where no good farmer goes.
But halfway through their marchin’,
The trees all stopped to pray,
And the Downs were wrapped in silence
By the green that would not sway.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the fallen,
To the road we lost in vines,
To the bells that rang in the church of Nine.
Raise a hand to the firelight,
And a heart to the hills we roam—
Though the world forgets, we remember home.

Verse 2
We were babes in broken pews,
By candle, cold and thin,
Fed on dreams and stranger’s crumbs,
No gold, no next of kin.
But the wind sang through the rafters,
And the stones beneath would hum,
Of battles done and hope begun,
When the dark days finally come.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the fallen,
To the road we lost in vines,
To the bells that rang in the church of Nine.
Raise a hand to the firelight,
And a heart to the hills we roam—
Though the world forgets, we remember home.

Verse 3
Now the seal is cracked and groanin’,
And the ground gives up its dead,
We hold tight to the old names
That the gods and legends bled.
So sing not for the crownin’,
Nor the kings who let us die,
But for fields and friends and firelight,
And the stars in a stormy sky.

Final Chorus
Raise a glass to the fallen,
To the road we lost in vines,
To the bells that rang in the church of Nine.
Raise a blade to the shadow,
And a vow carved into stone—
Though the dark returns, we remember home.