Fallow Threads

[Verse 1]
The last sun falls on a field I’ve always known,
Every furrow a thread, where memory was sown.
Beneath the autumn sky, a chill begins to creep,
Harvesting silence, where old secrets sleep.

[Chorus]
This field, a tapestry, unraveling slow,
The last harvest gathered, before we must let go.

[Verse 2]
The old fence posts, grey with lichen, stand like knotted lines,
Holding stories of seasons, through passing designs.
Velikaya whispers, beyond the ancient stone,
A silent promise carried, on currents I've known.

[Chorus]
This field, a tapestry, unraveling slow,
The last harvest gathered, before we must let go.

[Bridge]
A worn path leads from the doorway, into the coming grey,
To new horizons woven, in an unfamiliar way.
Though roots run deep beneath this ground, a truth I’ll carry near,
This bittersweet unspooling, washes away the fear.

[Chorus]
This field, a tapestry, unraveling slow,
The last harvest gathered, before we must let go.

[Outro]
Unraveling slow,
Before we must let go.