Warm Grain Echo

[Pre-Chorus]
Grain of the sun in the cracked earth's hand
Warm like a whisper through the old tree roots
Dewy mornings wrap the field in gold
A slow blues hum in the bones of the soil

[Chorus - harmonies]
Warm grain in the still of the night
Echoes of footsteps on the dusty trail
Sunlight weaves through the ancient tree
A gentle ache, a slow blues trail