Whispers of the Wild River
Tessa Hollowreed
Folk
About
Gentle acoustic strumming on guitar and mandolin drives this intimate folk narrative of wandering and homecoming, with organic male vocals conveying raw emotion through simple harmonies. Live instrumentation including fiddle and harmonica creates a stripped-down, authentic live-feel production that evokes cultural roots and heartfelt reflection. The evocative melodies and storytelling lyrics pull listeners into a timeless journey of longing and return.
Lyrics
Whispers on the wind Calling me back through the fields Where the wild rivers track I left the old wooden door Swinging wide, chased the horizon With dreams in my stride Mama's hands in the soil Turning earth to gold Papa's stories round the fire Stars light in the way The drove pulled me away Day after day Oh, carry me home Through the valleys and shadows Where the weirds are the ones To stay Who still call out my name I wander no more Secretly Oh, carry me home Where the heart finds its rest Through the valleys and shadows Where the weary are blessed In the arms of the ones Who still call out my name I wander no more In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame In that sweet sacred flame Now I'm coming back To the fields Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track Where the wild rivers track
Whispers of the Wild River
Tessa Hollowreed
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