Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] The door creaks on a rusted hinge Where the salt and the shadows fringe I find the frame of oaken wood Back where the ancient spirits stood Her needle rests in linen white Waiting for the morning light [Verse] A half-spun tail of silver scale Braving through a winter gale She stitched the song of crashing waves In the quiet that the spirit craves I feel the pull of blood and bone Calling from a hearth of stone [Chorus] Oh, the selkie swims in thread By the words she never said Tides are turning in the weave Magic I can now believe Silver foam and emerald deep Secrets that the mountains keep I am rooted to the shore Coming home to something more [Post-Chorus] Stitch the sea Set me free Rooted deep While I sleep [Verse] The hearth is cold but spirits glow In the rhythms that the women know I trace the pattern of her hand Across this wild and rugged land The low whistle sighs a lonely tune Underneath a rising moon [Pre-Chorus] The mist is creeping through the hall I hear the distant curlew call The stories echo in the dark Leaving on my heart a mark [Chorus] Oh, the selkie swims in thread By the words she never said Tides are turning in the weave Magic I can now believe Silver foam and emerald deep Secrets that the mountains keep I am rooted to the shore Coming home to something more [Bridge] Grandmother, I hear your voice In the wind that makes no choice The linen holds your gentle grace In this salt-kissed, holy place I’ll finish what you started here And wash away the lonely fear [Hook] Linen and the brine Your soul next to mine Linen and the brine Your soul next to mine [Chorus] Oh, the selkie swims in thread By the words she never said Tides are turning in the weave Magic I can now believe Silver foam and emerald deep Secrets that the mountains keep I am rooted to the shore Coming home to something more [Outro]
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