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Lyrics
[Verse]
Beneath the boughs where shadows creep
The willow sways in ancient sleep
Her fingers brush the silver stream
A cradle born of twilight’s dream
[Prechorus]
A thousand tales she hums
Unsaid
Her roots hold secrets of the dead
[Chorus]
Oh whisper
Whisper
Willow wise
Your voice is wind
Your song the skies
Tell me where the lost hearts go
When rivers cease and winds don’t blow
[Verse 2]
A traveler came with boots of dust
A cane of oak
A soul of rust
He asked the willow for her lore
And she just wept
And nothing more
[Bridge]
Her tears
They fell like morning dew
They kissed the ground
They soaked his shoe
He laughed
He cried
He sang
He swore
He begged for truths she hid before
[Chorus]
Oh whisper
Whisper
Willow wise
Your voice is wind
Your song the skies
Tell me where the lost hearts go
When rivers cease and winds don’t blow
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageFI
Style
flute-driven, ballad, and dynamic shifts between soft verses and energetic choruses, folk rock, storytelling vocals, acoustic guitar with intricate fingerpicking, melodic
Credits
Prompt byNeuronHarmony732
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A ballad Jethro Tuull style
