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