Roots in the Rock
(Fruit on the Fence: Part III)
[Style: Foot-Stomping Folk-Rap, Celtic Funk, unshakeable, triumphant, yodel, fiddle]
[Tempo: 124 BPM]
[Verse 1]
The fence held the fruit
The vine held the weight
Now we build a barn
Right inside of the gate
No shifting of sand
No doubt in the floor
We planted our boots
And we locked up the door
The heavy winds blow
And the thunder can roll
But they cannot touch
The reservoir soul
A well in the deep
An unshakeable spring
Look at the joy
That the hard winters bring
[Pre-Chorus]
I breathe it in
The foundation is set
The best days are here
And the best ahead yet
I keep my eyes fixed
On the ultimate view
The night cannot win
When the spirit is new
[Chorus]
Roots in the rock (hey)
We ain't going nowhere (yodel-ay)
Roots in the rock (hey)
There is grace in the air
Keep the dark out (hey)
Keep the light close in
Roots in the rock (hey)
Let the good days begin
[Verse 2]
The fiddle strings fire
Like sparks in the dark
We leaving our trace
We making our mark
The neighbors pull up
With the trucks in the lane
Dancing right through
The remnants of rain
The table is long
And the bread is still hot
We thanking the Lord
For the pieces we got
No weapon can grow
In a garden this bright
We turning the heavy
Completely to light
[Bridge]
[Double-time acoustic stomp, blistering fiddle solo]
Let the bedrock shake
Let the rivers run wide
We got an ocean
Of power inside
They dug for a pit
But they found us a mine
Sweeter than honey
And richer than wine
The pillars are strong
And the rafters are high
We built a cathedral
Right under the sky
[Verse 3]
The shadows came back
With an army of doubts
We opened the windows
And shouted them out
They look at the fortress
And see it’s too grand
You can’t wash away
What is built on this land
The harvest is safe
And the family is fed
With nothing but clear,
Sunny skies up ahead
[Final Chorus]
Roots in the rock (hey)
We ain't going nowhere (yodel-ay)
Roots in the rock (hey)
There is grace in the air
Keep the dark out (hey)
Keep the light close in
Roots in the rock (hey)
Let the good days begin
[Outro]
[Soaring fiddle melody, massive crowd clap]
Yeah, standing on the rock.
Unmoveable. Grounded.
Surrounded by the light.
(High, sustained yodel fadeout)
Yo-la-hee-ti-hooo...
Deep roots.
Bright days.
[End]