On the mountain where I was born
There are trees that would call my name
On the wind they would bring a song for every feral need to claimThey′d say keep your eyes open
And we'll teach you to dream while you are awake
Well they haven′t spoken
Since their branches were broken for the fire that they told me to
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
On the book where my page was torn
There are words that I don't understand
All my elders, they tell me those ones were not writ by human hands
Well I just don't believe that′s true
If the truth can be written, then the truth can be hear
Those words are commanding you,
Though your body may grow old
In your mind you must remain a kid
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
Feral roots are calling me back home
