Hearth In My Bones

[Verse 1]
Mugs on the table
Ash in the air
Boots kicked off
Braids loose in my hair
Map on the wall
Arrows and plans
Laugh lines deeper
Than the scars on our hands
[Pre-Chorus]
Every road sign
Spelled “leave it all behind”
But I turned my horse
Back to your firelight
[Chorus]
Home is the howl in the midnight pines
Home is your voices crossing with mine
Not stone
Not throne
Not kingdom of gold
Hearth in my bones
Hands I can hold
I will stay
I will stand
’Til the sky falls down
This little tavern
Is my crown
[Verse 2]
Kids on the benches
Wooden sword fights
Old men boasting
Of their oldest fights
Fresh bread breaking
Steam in the glow
I know each creak
In these weathered boards below
[Pre-Chorus]
Every whisper said
“Run while you are strong”
But your names turned
Into my battle song
[Chorus]
Home is the howl in the midnight pines
Home is your voices crossing with mine
Not stone
Not throne
Not kingdom of gold
Hearth in my bones
Hands I can hold
I will stay
I will stand
’Til the sky falls down
This little tavern
Is my crown
[Bridge]
If the wild things come
Let them come through me (hey!)
I’ll be the shield
Between the dark and our feast
If the banners burn
If the roads all break
We’ll drink to the dawn
On the ashes of afraid
[Chorus]
Home is the howl in the midnight pines
Home is your voices crossing with mine
Not stone
Not throne
Not kingdom of gold
Hearth in my bones
Hands I can hold
I will stay
I will stand
’Til the sky falls down
This little tavern
Is my crown
[Outro]
Pour one more story
Sing one more line
I’m yours
I’m rooted
Like the old tree line

pop, Warm, melodic pop ballad dressed in tavern-fantasy colors: female vocals over lute-like acoustic guitar, fiddle, and soft frame drum. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and gentle fingerpicking; chorus swells with stacked harmonies, tambourine, and simple choir “ohs.” Bridge brings in wooden flutes and floor-tom pulses for a heroic lift, then returns to a cozy, fireside outro., medieval