Rustwood Horizon

Take the long path through the valley

Where the river meets the stone

Leave the worries that you carried

By the hearth we call our own

For the wind is turning colder

And the autumn wood is dry

Oh, the road we walk together

Is a map of who we are

Through the gold and heavy weather

Guided by a single star (ooh-ooh)

There are stories in the timber

Of the people who came first

How they built a dry wood shelter

How they slaked a heavy thirst

Oh, the road we walk together

Is a map of who we are

Through the gold and heavy weather

Guided by

a single star (ooh-ooh)

We carve our names in the ancient oak

Underneath the rising smoke (ahhhh)

By the hearth we call our own...