It’s GrizzlyJones, yeah dats me…
Crown of the Canopy
[Intro]
[Thumping kick drum, rapid-fire acoustic strum, a lone, soaring fiddle cry]
(Yodel-ay, yodel-ay)
We built the barn,
now we look to the sky.
Watch it grow.
[Massive boots stomp on floorboards, count-in]
1, 2, 3, 4
[Verse 1]
The foundation held,
Through the freeze and the flood. Now the sap is rising,
Up through the blood.
That rock became a launching pad. Look at the branches,
spreading our glory through good times and bad.
But the wood is seasoned,
And the timber is straight.
We stretching our arms,
Past the edge of the gate.
Green leaves bursting,
Out into the sun.
The waiting is over,
The blooming's begun
[Pre-Chorus]
I look at the timber,
I look at the rings.
I laugh at the winter And the trouble it brings.
The canopy’s spreading,
It’s heavy and wide.
With a million new seeds Ticking inside
[Chorus]
Crown of the canopy
(hey) Reaching up to the blue
(yodel-ay) Crown of the canopy (hey) Every promise came true. Shade for the weary (hey).
Fruit for the crowd,
Crown of the canopy (hey) Sing it out, sing it proud
[Verse 2]
[Folk-rap delivery increases in speed, syncopated with a funky, popping bassline]
We ain’t just surviving,
We throwing a feast,
From the south and the west.
To the north and the east.
The shade from our branches,
Is covering the block,
A million miles high.
But still locked to the rock,
The haters are staring,
They dropping their jaws.
They tried to write rules,
But we broke all their laws.
You can’t trap a forest,
Inside of a cage.
We’re turning the book ,
And we are tearing the page.
[Bridge]
[Tempo remains 124 but feel shifts to double-time Celtic Funk, blistering fiddle duel with a slap-bass solo]
Let the wind try to bend it,
Let the lightning strike down.
It’s a fortress of green,
It’s a heavenly crown.
They wanted a graveyard,
But we grew a park.
A beacon of life,
Shining bright in the dark.
The birds are all nesting.
The children can play,
We’re giants of timber And we’re here to stay!
[Verse 3]
The legacy's locked,
In the bark and the vine.
The past was a shadow.
The future is ours…
We look at the heights,
That we managed to climb.
From a seed in the dirt,
To the top of our time.
The fruit is so heavy,
It’s bending the bough.
Nothing can stop,
What is happening now???
[Final Chorus]
Crown of the canopy
(hey) Reaching up to the blue
(yodel-ay) Crown of the canopy (hey) Every promise came true. Shade for the weary (hey).
Fruit for the crowd,
Crown of the canopy (hey) Sing it out, sing it proud
[Outro]
[Fiddle melody hits a frantic, celebratory peak, backing vocals chanting "HEY! HEY!" over a massive crowd stomp]
Yeah, look at that sky.
Can't block the sun when you're this high.
Grounded below,
reaching above.
(High, sustained, triumphant yodel)
Yo-la-hee-ti-reee-ohhh-tiii!
Crown of the canopy.
We built it all.
[Final thudding stomp, ringing fiddle chord, sudden silence]
GrizzlyJones