[Verse 1] Braiding rivers into my hair, Running to the morning dew, I was young and running wild, Love was something I never knew.
[Chorus] Braiding rivers into my hair, Running to the morning dew. I kept chasing what I couldn't name, Till the day came breaking through.
[Verse 2] Now the meadow holds the footprints Where I raced the dawn alone; Every bend along the water Taught my restless heart its home.
[Chorus] Braiding rivers into my hair, Running to the morning dew. I kept chasing what I couldn't name, Till the day came breaking through.
[Outro] Braiding rivers into my hair, Running to the morning dew.
Style of Music
Intimate acoustic folk ballad, fingerpicked steel-string guitar in a lilting 6/8 groove, restrained upright bass and soft brushed percussion entering after the opening verse, subtle fiddle answering the vocal between phrases, close-miked warm lead vocal with natural breath and gentle phrasing, chorus opens into light harmony, organic room sound and uncluttered mix, ending with a quiet guitar-and-voice reprise.