my grandma's vison
Verse 1 A child alone beneath the sky, Where silent birds forget to fly. Her father greets a sudden guest, While high above, the branches rest. A heavy mist begins to fall, No human voice, no mortal call, The world goes cold, the shadows sigh, An ancient eye looks from on high. Chorus Hanging from a lonely limb A whispered word beyond the hymn You'll bear a girl, a daughter fair With his son, a life you'll share My grandma heard it in the breeze Rustling through the ancient trees And now I'm living out the proof A child of that prophetic truth Verse 2 The years are smoke, the seasons fade, The promise in the orchard made. The daughter came, the vows were tied, Just as the spirit prophesied. And now the blood runs deep and old, The story that the leaves foretold. I breathe the air of that decree, The living ghost of memory. Chorus Hanging from a lonely limb A whispered word beyond the hymn You'll bear a girl, a daughter fair With his son, a life you'll share My grandma heard it in the breeze Rustling through the ancient trees And now I'm living out the proof A child of that prophetic truth
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Verse 1 A child alone beneath the sky, Where silent birds forget to fly. Her father greets a sudden guest, While high above, the branches rest. A heavy mist begins to fall, No human voice, no mortal call, The world goes cold, the shadows sigh, An ancient eye looks from on high. Chorus Hanging from a lonely limb A whispered word beyond the hymn You'll bear a girl, a daughter fair With his son, a life you'll share My grandma heard it in the breeze Rustling through the ancient trees And now I'm living out the proof A child of that prophetic truth Verse 2 The years are smoke, the seasons fade, The promise in the orchard made. The daughter came, the vows were tied, Just as the spirit prophesied. And now the blood runs deep and old, The story that the leaves foretold. I breathe the air of that decree, The living ghost of memory. Chorus Hanging from a lonely limb A whispered word beyond the hymn You'll bear a girl, a daughter fair With his son, a life you'll share My grandma heard it in the breeze Rustling through the ancient trees And now I'm living out the proof A child of that prophetic truth
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