The Raccoon (and the Myth) Lyrics

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