Lyrics
[Verse 1]
At the edge of our village
We sharpened a vow
A white horn in the bracken
Was slipping through now
The lord wanted proof
The old hunter swore
"If you want that bright beast
You must lure it ashore"
[Pre-Chorus]
So we chose out a maiden
With eyes like rain
She walked through the thickets
Like a prayer in a chain
A wreath of wild clover
A cloak of pale thread
She laughed at our worry
And bowed her head
[Chorus]
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
Lay your wild head
Lay your wild head
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
She held you gentle
And we fled instead
[Verse 2]
She sat in a copse
Where the green roots curled
Sun on the fern leaves
Gold in the world
We hid in the briars
With our breath held tight
Then the unicorn stepped in
Like a moon made of light
It nosed at her fingers
Then knelt by her knee
And the forest went quiet
As a held-back sea
[Pre-Chorus]
Its mane was like river-foam
Silver and long
She stroked its bright brow
And it never felt wrong
Then hoofbeats answered
From down the hill
The iron men came on
With their spears so still
[Chorus]
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
Lay your wild head
Lay your wild head
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
She held you gentle
And we fled instead
[Bridge]
The maiden looked up
And she smiled at the beast
"Run while you can now
Run east, run east"
The horn flashed once
Through the fern and the shade
Then she lifted her skirts
And we broke through the glade
[Final Chorus]
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
Lay your wild head
Lay your wild head
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
She held you gentle
And we fled instead
Come to the moss
Come to the moss
The hunters were late
And the dark woods won instead
Style
fantasy folk-pop with a driving hand-drum pulsepicked acoustic guitarlow frame drumand a modal flute line; verse 1 stays sparse and tale-likepre-chorus widens with open harmonies and a rising fiddle figurechorus blooms with gang vocals and a bright refrain. lead vocal is close-mic and intimate with doubled hook wordsairy female backing on the last lineand little forest-chime fills between phrases. reversed swellstwig snapsand a soft drum lift mark each transition; warmwideslightly rustic mix with a polished modern sheen.
Prompt
A fantasy song about a group hunting a unicorn. Recruiting a virgin maiden from a local village to draw it in. She sits in a copse on the moss. It lays its head in her lap. Hunters come, they escape
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthGeneratedMay 30, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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