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Quiet Earth Calling

Eldridge Harlan

Folk

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Gentle acoustic strumming on guitar and mandolin drives this narrative folk ballad, with organic male vocals delivering heartfelt stories of homecoming and roots. Simple harmonies layer over live instrumentation including fiddle and harmonica, creating an intimate, stripped-down production that captures raw emotional authenticity. The structure unfolds with evocative verses, soaring choruses, and a reflective bridge, evoking the warmth of communal fireside tales.

Lyrics

Whispers on the wind, calling me back Golden fields where the wild rivers bend, childhood laughter In the summer, rain hands in the air Mending what we met, faces round the fire Easing every pain, oh carry me home Where the heart belongs, and the lonesome song's roots In this old familiar ground City lights flicker, they pull and they tease Chasing shadow they fade with the dawn But the ache in my bones brings me to my knees Yearning for the place where I was born Oh carry me home where the heart belongs Through the weary mile, lonesome song's In this old familiar ground City lights flicker, they pull and they tease Whispers on the wind Whispers on the wind, now I'm home At last golden fields Whispers on the wind, now I'm home At last golden fields, forever hold me fast Thank you for watching!

Quiet Earth Calling

Eldridge Harlan

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