Under the Low Branches
Style: Fingerpicked night

[Verse 1]
Wheels have stopped turning under the low branches now
dry pine needles hold the quiet of the night
nothing here is asking you to wonder how
the dark can be so soft and still and right

[Chorus]
Abigail, the world has folded down to just this room
close your eyes and let the hours grow slow
you are held here safer than a seed inside its bloom
and there is nowhere calmer you could go

[Verse 2]
Somewhere past the window all the paths have gone to rest
leather worn and softened by a thousand gentle days
you don't need a single answer, you are simply blessed
to drift beneath the branches in a warm and settled haze

[Pre-chorus]
Let your breathing find the rhythm of the dark
hear how everything has quieted to care
sleep is only love with all the lights turned low

[Chorus]
Abigail, the world has folded down to just this room
close your eyes and let the hours grow slow
you are held here safer than a seed inside its bloom
and there is nowhere calmer you could go

[Bridge]
No wheel needs to turn, no path tonight demands your feet
you can rest exactly where you are, complete

[Chorus]
Abigail, the world has folded down to just this room
close your eyes and let the hours grow slow
you are held here safer than a seed inside its bloom
and there is nowhere calmer you could go

[Outro]
Rest now underneath the low and steady branches
you are already home, however far you go

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