Maple & Mandolins

(hmmmm) Beneath the crescent crest,

the iron sleeps in peace

A quiet wind through trees,

our struggles find release

We walk the path of old,

a promise in our hands

The story of our hearts,

across the ancient lands

The shadow fades away,

the golden morning glows (ahhh)

We feel the silent strength that from the river flows

Raise the voice,

let the spirit sing

To the sky,

let the sweet bells ring (sing!

ring!) Bound by honor,

we never bend

Standing tall till the journey's end

The fields are deep in green,

the morning sun is bright

No fear within our souls,

we step into the light

With every gentle stride,

the legacy is clear A quiet,

peaceful strength, the voices we hold dear

Raise the voice, let the spirit sing To the sky,

let the sweet bells ring (sing!

ring!) Bound by honor,

we never bend

Standing tall till the journey's end (hmmmm)