[Verse] The valley breathes in soft, green waves, Whistles rise — do, re, mi — paths that pave. Arlo's coming through the thinning mist, Hooves brush the grass, a morning tryst. [Pre-Chorus] Clear notes from bamboo thread the air, Swift as breeze caught unaware. Heartbeat quickens, tethered tight, Drawn to the call that breaks the quiet night. [Chorus] Do, re, mi, re — the call floats free, Do, la, do — through the tall oak tree. Mi, sol, mi, re, do — the bond we know, Arlo runs the ridge where wild winds blow. [Verse] Sunlight flickers on a chestnut hide, Dust kicks up, tracing where he strides. Each phrase a spark in the valley's hush, Echoed steps answer with a rush. [Pre-Chorus] Notes flicker like flint on dry wood fire, Summoning trust, lifting higher. From distant ridge to nearby stream, Arlo returns through a waking dream. [Chorus] Do, re, mi, re — the call floats free, Do, la, do — through the tall oak tree. Mi, sol, mi, re, do — the bond we know, Arlo runs the ridge where wild winds blow. [Bridge] Between each phrase, a silence wide, Holding breath while worlds divide. Flute’s voice lingers sharp and fine, Drawing Arlo close to the line. [Chorus] Do, re, mi, re — the call floats free, Do, la, do — through the tall oak tree. Mi, sol, mi, re, do — the bond we know, Arlo runs the ridge where wild winds blow. [Outro] Notes trail off like fading light, Arlo’s shadow slips from sight. A call that binds, that threads the seam, Between wild fields and whispered dreams.