Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake the fire, cold and low
Pack the tin and bind the row
Leather creaks and buckles sing
Morning rides on everything
Dust on cuffs and ash on hands
We are borrowed to these lands
Horses snort behind the rail
Steam and breath and iron nail
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that call from over hill
Shoulders square, the line stands still
Tie your belt and lift your chin
Dawn is opening us again
[Chorus]
Hoofbeat home, hoofbeat home
We ride hard, we ride alone
Hoofbeat home, hoofbeat home
March the road and do not roam
(hoofbeat home)
Boot and drum, boot and drum
Hold the line until they come
Boot and drum, boot and drum
Raise your voice and beat the ground
[Verse 2]
Bread in cloth and smoke in coat
Rough hands warm a ragged throat
Blackened kettle, bent spoon, cup
We drink deep and stand right up
Names are carved in willow bark
Some return and some go dark
Still we laugh with cracked, dry mouths
Face the north and face the south
[Pre-Chorus]
Saddle leather, bridle rings
Every man remembers things
But the road will have its say
So we send our fear away
[Chorus]
Hoofbeat home, hoofbeat home
We ride hard, we ride alone
Hoofbeat home, hoofbeat home
March the road and do not roam
(hoofbeat home)
Boot and drum, boot and drum
Hold the line until they come
Boot and drum, boot and drum
Raise your voice and beat the ground
[Bridge]
If the dusk takes one by one
Let the trumpet mourn the sun
If my step falls out of time
Carry on in one hard line
[Final Chorus]
Hoofbeat home, hoofbeat home
We ride hard, we ride alone
Hoofbeat home, hoofbeat home
March the road and do not roam
(hoofbeat home)
Boot and drum, boot and drum
Hold the line until they come
Boot and drum, boot and drum
Raise your voice and beat the ground
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Historic military folk march with rustic acoustic snare, natural field trumpet calls, stomping boot rhythm, and galloping pulse; verse rides a lean campfire groove, pre-chorus tightens into shouted cadence, chorus hits with raw male chorus and unison foot-stomp accents. Group vocals double the hook, with trumpet replies between lines and a dry drumroom mix that feels outdoors and period-authentic., acoustic, raw, natural
Credits
Prompt byWavyViper900
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
1800 French military camp song, rustic acoustic snare and natural field trumpet, raw male soldier chorus, synchronized galloping hoofbeats and boot rhythm, historic, no modern production
