Lyrics, Music, and Production by BookSong/Speak Up Talk Radio
The Weaving of Spells
Moonlight on the river, shadows on the street,
The Madigans are calling where the air and fire meet.
Family is a circle, fate a silver thread,
Whispers through the ages of the stories never said.
It’s the weaving of spells, the balance of life,
The fire and the water, the darkness and the light.
A feeling so fragile, an inner strength untold,
Elemental magic in the bloodline of the soul.
Lucy holds the dagger, storm upon the skies,
Grandma keeps the secret in her ancient eyes.
Between the realms of wonder, between the love and pain,
Every vow they’ve spoken must be spoken once again.
It’s the weaving of spells, the balance of life,
The fire and the water, the darkness and the light.
A feeling so fragile, an inner strength untold,
Elemental magic in the bloodline of the soul.
The air will lift you higher, the earth will keep you still,
The water carries memory, the fire bends the will.
Through tangled generations, their stories intertwine,
Each whispered vow remembered in the rhythm of time.
It’s the weaving of spells, the balance of life,
The family forever in the shadows of the night.
Each vow is remembered, each story aligned,
The song of generations is the echo down the line.
The weaving of spells…
the echo through time…
the weaving of spells…
the echo through time…