[Verse 1] Morning spills across the water You tie the red cloth at your waist I hear the market waking slowly And taste the salt upon your face
[Pre-Chorus] You say, “Come on, the road is calling” I take your hand and leave the shore
[Chorus] Carry me where the green hills rise Where the river turns beneath the sky Side by side, through the open land I will know this place by your hand
[Verse 2] At the bend, the old bridge trembles Rain runs silver through the leaves You laugh and lift your woven basket While the clouds break over trees
[Pre-Chorus] You say, “The day is ours for taking” I feel the earth beneath my feet
[Chorus] Carry me where the green hills rise Where the river turns beneath the sky Side by side, through the open land I will know this place by your hand
[Instrumental]
[Bridge] When the long roads pull us outward When the seasons change their names I will keep the bend in the river I will keep the hills the same
[Final Chorus] Carry me where the green hills rise Where the river turns beneath the sky Side by side, through the open land I will know this place by your hand You and I, wherever we stand I will know this place by your hand
[Outro] By your hand, I know this land
Musikstyle
Contemporary Papua New Guinean-inspired folk-pop, driving hand percussion and grounded bass, bright interlocking acoustic guitar strums that grow into wide, cinematic chord swells, prominent bamboo flute melodies answering the vocal, celebratory communal energy. Begin with a spare flute-and-guitar motif, build percussion and layered guitars through the verses, open into a powerful singalong chorus, then give the flute a soaring instrumental break before a full, resolved finale. Warm, organic studio mix with clear rhythmic detail and expansive chorus width.