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Whispers Through the Hollow 2 by Nickel

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Whispers Through the Hollow 2

Folk,female vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
Beneath the copper dusk of fading light,
The hollow breathes its ancient, secret rite.
Moss-grown stones and shadows softly sway,
Echoes of a tale that won’t decay.
(Pre-Chorus)
A widow’s song in twilight’s sigh,
A lantern flickers where the past lies.
Threads of memory, woven deep,
In the hollow’s heart, where spirits weep.
(Chorus)
Oh, hear the whispers through the hollow,
A tapestry of time, both bright and sorrow.
Where laughter lingers with the tears that follow,
Calling me back to the roads I used to know.
(Verse 2)
The creek’s slow murmur, a lullaby,
Cradling dreams beneath the moonlit sky.
Old oak’s arms cradle stories untold,
Of love, loss, and courage bold.
(Pre-Chorus)
A mother’s prayer on the breath of wind,
A child’s hope that never thinned.
Flickering flames of yesterday,
Guide my footsteps on this winding way.
(Chorus)
Oh, hear the whispers through the hollow,
A tapestry of time, both bright and sorrow.
Where laughter lingers with the tears that follow,
Calling me back to the roads I used to know.
(Bridge)
And in the silence, the past collides with now,
The hollow holds its breath, revealing how
The roots beneath, tangled and old,
Bind the stories we’re yet to hold.
(Unconventional Break - Spoken Word)
Listen close — the hollow speaks not in loud cries,
But in the hush between heartbeats, in the sighs
Of old souls wandering through the mist,
Carrying tales that time can’t resist.
(Chorus)
Oh, hear the whispers through the hollow,
A tapestry of time, both bright and sorrow.
Where laughter lingers with the tears that follow,
Calling me back to the roads I used to know.
(Outro)
So I’ll walk this path with weary feet,
In every shadow, memories meet.
The hollow sings, a bittersweet hymn,
Where past and present intertwine within.