The Raccoon (and the Myth)

Lyrics for The Raccoon (and the Myth)

Blissful glow Under a willow tree Kindness flows From a golden reverie It speaks in tongues Of fore-bearers long forgotten Humble lungs That tell us to prepare for what's to come Hands have built Stories lain in the roots around him Tales that quilt A thread preserved in mystery A welcome ear Face creased like the rotten oakwood Do not fear He says as though he senses we're afraid Our home will die, unless we find a way He then begins to speak his mind A legend lost from weary times A secret song unearthed before our eyes I heard a story long ago Of spirits found in heaven's snow Atop a mountain far above the skies These spirits, pure as light could bring An endless flow of water, spring Back to places cursed with death and waste In order to restore this life It would not come without a price A set of totems the spirits do require The skin of a limbless ghoul The feather of a winged fool A trickster fit with pride that's bound to fall The tooth of a putrid brute The sharpest minds he can pollute And last, a creature foul as death himself The claw of a murderous beast Starving for a holy feast A bitterness untamed by nature's hands But who would journey so far Face the dangers and take on such perilous scars The fox and bird looked to each other's eyes Without a question, knew they had to risk it all and try Forward they went, as faces met with shock Knowing the restless spirits that'd hunt among the path they'd walk Though their lives may be lost along the way It'd be worth it all to save the home they knew deserved to stay