There were two people with him, on the night he died
He knew he'd no tomorrow, just the priest and me
He wrung his hands in sorrow as he closed his eyes
So I took him to the shallows, and he found peace in the sea
I would walk along the water, til I felt him pass
There's no comfort in the breezes, though they leave me numb
I'll find shelter in the trees then, where I lay at last
And say bury me in rich soil, for when spring time comes
In roots and stones I'll feel my bones flourish
From roots and stones I'll rise
I'm the first of fallen daughters, to escape my past
There's no rest on open waters, in the mist and foam
When you bury me in rich soil, I'll grow free and fast
With the ghost of better choices, there to guide me home
In roots and stones I'll feel my bones flourish
In roots and stones I'll feel my bones nourished
In earth and rain I'll feel constraints perish
From roots and stones I'll rise
In roots and stones I'll feel my bones flourish
In roots and stones I'll feel my bones nourished
In earth and rain I'll feel constraints perish
From roots and stones I'll rise
In roots and stones I'll feel my bones flourish
From roots and stones I'll rise
