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