Where the yarrow grows
Where the yarrow
Where the yarrow
Where the yarrow
Where the yarrow grows
Find me beneath the grove
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
The hills were left quiet
And I am in hiding
They've forgotten
They've forgotten
I do not want to see
I could hear and that's enough
the clashing of the hoards
Hoof by hoof
Horn by horn
Raging song and an encore
I could barely speak
I could only hum a tune
And with that I am met
With a chorus I am soon
Sought and safe behind a wing
My farewells to the fields
To the man made of straws
To my name
To the hills
