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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In the hollow of the elm
Five doors face the bark
Tiny hooks on iron hinges
Lanterns sleeping in the dark
Moss on the stair treads
Ash in the stove
Grandma stirs the thistle tea
Slow as roots can grow
[Pre-Chorus]
Down in the seam of the hill
Where the daylight can’t quite stay
They pass the cup, they pass the knife
And measure out the day
[Chorus]
Under the root, under the root
That’s where the old names live
Under the root, under the root
Where the tree still learns to give
Thistle tea and strawberry jam
Hands that never shake
Under the root, under the root
That’s how the quiet wakes (under the root)
[Verse 2]
Wild strawberry jam on bread
Bright as a fresh-cut bruise
Jars lined up by the window ledge
Caught in the morning’s blue
Uncle ties the saddle tight
On a mouse the size of a hand
Off he goes through fern and stone
Like a king across his land
[Pre-Chorus]
Past the beetle gate at noon
Past the clover and the rain
A neighbor’s porch is only
Three soft hills away
[Chorus]
Under the root, under the root
That’s where the old names live
Under the root, under the root
Where the tree still learns to give
Thistle tea and strawberry jam
Hands that never shake
Under the root, under the root
That’s how the quiet wakes (under the root)
[Bridge]
They don’t want your polished towers
Or your gold-slick noise
They’ve got spoons cut from riverwood
And a hundred careful joys
A mouse can bear a family home
A cup can hold the sky
When the world goes by too fast
They let it hurry by
[Final Chorus]
Under the root, under the root
That’s where the old names live
Under the root, under the root
Where the tree still learns to give
Thistle tea and strawberry jam
Hands that never shake
Under the root, under the root
That’s how the quiet wakes
Under the root, under the root
Neighbors come and stay (under the root)
Under the root, under the root
They know another way
Details
GeneratedMay 30, 2026
Duration4:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
Indie-folk rock with a driving 6/8 sway, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, brushed kick, upright bass, and mandolin accents; verses stay intimate and detail-rich, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and handclaps, chorus opens wider with gang vocals on the hook and a humming drone under the melody. Vocal is close-mic and earthy, with doubled lines on the refrain, short delay throws on key words, and little ear-candy flourishes like twig clicks, a soft bell, and a wind-rustle swell into each chorus. Mix is warm, woody, and slightly dusty, with a bright, human front., world
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Write a song about the hidden world of Gnomes. families living in a tree, drinking thistle tea and eating wild strawberry jam and riding saddled mice to visit their neighbors. Not childish.
