The Loon that Swims Between - a folk tune of myth, magic, and nature, with lyrics

Original story and lyrics woven into a magical mellow folk tale. The Loon that Swims Between Verse 1 Where the northern mountains guard The waters dark and deep, And the pine trees whisper secrets That the ancient forests keep, There the loon slips through the silver mist, Where the waking world grows dim, And a voice rings out across the lake From the other world within. Chorus The mysterious loon, on the waters alone, Sings to the spirits in a voice of his own. Between the earth below and the stars above, He carries our sorrows, our hopes, and our love. When the world grows still and the shadows grow long, Listen, and you'll hear the old world's song. Verse 2 When a weary soul has lost its way And the heart forgets its song, When the night has closed around the path And the road seems far too long, From the mist there comes a silver shape, With eyes like morning rain, And the loon calls out across the deep, Till the lost find home again. Chorus The mysterious loon, on the waters alone, Sings to the spirits in a voice of his own. Between the earth below and the stars above, He carries our sorrows, our hopes, and our love. When the world grows still and the shadows grow long, Listen, and you'll hear the old world's song. Verse 3 Some say he knows the healing springs Where roots of old trees entwine, Some say he gathers broken dreams And leaves their pain behind. He swims where mortal eyes can't see, Through currents old as time, And brings the strength of earth and sky To a heart that has lost its light. Bridge Not all who hear will understand, Not all who call will know, For some doors open only when The quiet waters glow. And those who meet his midnight gaze May glimpse what lies between— The breath of life, the soul of stone, The world that can't be seen. Final Chorus The mysterious loon, on the waters alone, Sings to the spirits in a voice of his own. Between the earth below and the stars above, He carries our sorrows, our hopes, and our love. When the first light breaks and the mist is gone, The loon slips away—but the song lives on. Outro Hear him call where the cold streams run, Hear him sing to the rising sun. When the lake lies still and the day is new, The loon knows the path that leads back to you.