Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold stone under my hands Sky still holding its breath Smoke curls up from a chimney Daylight edges the crest Your voices float from the village Names I don’t even know Bare feet dusted in sunrise Lifting skirts in a slow turn [Pre-Chorus] I thought I came here alone Now my heart feels spoken for [Chorus] Come up Come up to the old stone wall Bring your stories Bring your songs Bring it all Let the morning find us laughing As the shadows fall away Come up Come up Let the hilltops hear Every heartbeat Every cheer Every tear If you’re wandering If you’re waiting This is your day Come up Come up my way [Verse 2] Hands stained deep with the harvest Lines by your eyes from the years Children chasing the swallows Braids tied tight against fear You spin in circles of color Lanterns pale in the gray I learn the steps as I stumble You just pull me into the sway [Pre-Chorus] I thought my roots were all gone Then you called my name in your tongue [Chorus] Come up Come up to the old stone wall Bring your stories Bring your songs Bring it all Let the morning find us laughing As the shadows fall away Come up Come up Let the hilltops hear Every heartbeat Every cheer Every tear If you’re wandering If you’re waiting This is your day Come up Come up my way [Bridge] I don’t know the words yet But my hands know where to go Clap with yours on the off-beat Follow footsteps in the road Every turn Every shoulder Says you’ve saved me a place Till the hill and the village Wear the same bright face [Chorus] Come up Come up to the old stone wall Bring your stories Bring your songs Bring it all Let the morning find us laughing As the shadows fall away Come up Come up Let the hilltops hear Every heartbeat Every cheer Every tear If you’re wandering If you’re waiting This is your day Come up Come up my way
Tags
Gentle acoustic folk with low alto female vocals, soft fingerpicked guitar and subtle upright bass. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, with brushed snare and accordion swelling in the pre-chorus. Chorus blossoms into warm group harmonies, hand percussion, and a hint of fiddle, like a village joining in. Dynamic arc from quiet dawn stillness to inviting, communal uplift by the final chorus., low, female vocals
Duration
4:22
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026