[Song Style: Cinematic Folk • Dark Acoustic • Indie Orchestral]
[Song Tempo: 78 BPM]
[Production:]
[* Flowing stream and distant forest ambience throughout the intro/outro]
[* Fingerpicked acoustic guitar as the foundation]
[* Soft piano underneath the verses]
[* Warm cello gradually introduced]
[* Subtle percussion entering during Verse 2]
[* Expanding orchestral strings throughout the song]
[* Layered vocal harmonies becoming increasingly prominent]
[* Final chorus: enormous cinematic string swell + deep cello + French horns + massive percussion + huge layered vocal harmony/choir]
[* The final chorus should feel like the entire landscape is suddenly coming alive around the singer]
[* After the climax, everything abruptly strips back to piano, voice, and the sound of the stream]
[Intro]
(Water flowing…)
[Soft acoustic guitar.]
[Verse 1]
By the alder root I sit
Watching silver run and split
Reed by reed, the water turns
Cold as coin in palm it burns
Mud on my boots, moss on my knee
You float a leaf right past me
I count the ripples, one by one
Till the little stream is done
[Pre-Chorus]
Come, little water, keep your song
Carry the dusk along
If I stare long enough, I know
Where the lost hill-songs go
[Chorus]
Moss on the stream
Moss on the stream
You slip like a dream
Through the hands of the trees
Moss on the stream
Carry me home
Down where the wild water
Knows where I roam
[Verse 2]
The evening settles through the pines
Gold disappears between the lines
A raven calls from somewhere high
And paints a circle through the sky
The wind moves softly through the grass
Like it’s remembering the past
I hear your voice, or maybe mine
Somewhere between the trees and time
[Pre-Chorus]
Come, little water, don’t run fast
There’s something here I want to last
If I follow where you go
Maybe I’ll find what I don’t know
[Chorus]
Moss on the stream
Moss on the stream
You slip like a dream
Through the hands of the trees
Moss on the stream
Carry me home
Down where the wild water
Knows where I roam
[Bridge]
Everything drops back.
Just piano, cello, and vocal.
And if I disappear someday
Don’t search the roads
Don’t call my name
You’ll find me where the alder grows
Where silver water bends below
Where the mountains hold the sky
And everything that’s lost goes by
[A single cello note.]
[FINAL CHORUS — FULL CINEMATIC CLIMAX]
[Strings begin swelling]
[ELIROBB:]
Moss on the stream
Moss on the stream
You slip like a dream
But nothing is what it seems
Moss on the stream
Carry me home
Down where the wild water
Knows where I roam
[Huge layered vocal harmony enters]
Moss on the stream…
Moss on the stream…
[Full orchestra begins exploding outward]
[ELIROBB:]
Moss on the stream…
[Choir rises underneath.]
Moss on the stream…
[Massive strings + horns + percussion + vocals]
CARRY ME HOME!
Carry him home…
DOWN WHERE THE WILD WATER—
[EVERYTHING HITS]
[ELIROBB + HUGE VOCAL HARMONY:]
KNOWS WHERE I ROAM!
(Orchestra stops)
(Lightly)
Carry me home…
ELIROBB
