In the heart of the thicket, where the wildflowers bloom,
Where shadows dance gently, and the night sings a tune.
An ancient tale calls, from the roots to the sky,
Come gather ‘round closely, let the woodland reply.
By the babbling brook where the old willows weep,
Lies the realm of the wise, where the secrets we keep.
Moss carpets the ground, soft as a lover's sigh,
As faeries and fireflies light the darkened sky.
Oh, Eldergrove, with your branches so wide,
Guardians of magic, where the spirits reside.
Whisper your secrets, let their stories unfold,
In the winds and the leaves, let the legends be told.
Beneath ancient oaks, here the wild ones run free,
The stag and the rabbit, side by side they be.
With each rustling leaf, hear the harmony play,
A symphony glorious, in the light of the day.
Time dances on petals, spinning webs of delight,
With a brush of the moon, turning dark into light.
The songs of the wildflowers, sweet perfume in the breeze,
Invite the lost wanderers to sway with the trees.
Oh, Eldergrove, with your branches so wide,
Guardians of magic, where the spirits reside.
Whisper your secrets, let their stories unfold,
In the winds and the leaves, let the legends be told.
[Solo]
(Instrumental - Flute and Acoustic Guitar create a mystical dreamscape)
In twilight's embrace, where the twilight creatures roam,
The old stones remember, every traveler’s home.
Glowing eyes in the dark, keep the stories alive,
In the breath of the night, the Ancients revive.
Oh, Eldergrove, with your branches so wide,
Guardians of magic, where the spirits reside.
Whisper your secrets, let their stories unfold,
In the winds and the leaves, let the legends be told.
So wander, dear friends, where the wildflowers grow,
In the realm of the Eldergrove, let your heart ever know.
The magic is thrumming, in each rustling leaf,
Dance with the woodland,