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Liora Ashwood
Folk
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Gentle acoustic strumming on guitar and mandolin drives this heartfelt folk ballad, weaving narrative lyrics of childhood roads, family firesides, and a deep yearning for home. Organic vocals rise with simple harmonies over live instrumentation including fiddle and harmonica, capturing raw emotional authenticity. The stripped-down organic production delivers a warm, intimate live-feel that evokes reflective nostalgia.
Lyrics
Whispers dust the roads When I was young chasing fireflies Till the morning sun Mama's hands in the garden soil Daddy's stories by the evening fires Fires cold Carry me home where the heart belongs Through the rivers wild And the valleys long In the quiet rooms Take me back to the spirit room My spirit room Where my spirit roams Take me back to the place I call home One day I'll turn from this wandering way Lay down my burdens at the of the day Feel the earth rise To meet my feet in the arms of love Find the light in the darkness Take me back to the place I call home One day I'll turn from this wandering way Lay down my burdens at the of the day Feel the earth rise To meet my feet in the arms of love Find the earth rise Find the earth rise To meet my feet in the arms of love To meet my feet in the arms of love Find the earth rise Take me back to the place I call home Take me back to the place I call home Take me back to the place I call home Whispers on the wind Calling me home Whispers on the wind Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home Calling me home
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