Long ago in the heart of the land,
We walked through forests, hand in hand,
Seeking tales the winds would weave,
Stories only time could leave.
Through the whispers, through the years,
Gathering laughter, gathering tears,
Every word a seed to sow,
For the world to learn and grow.
People said, “It’s just old lore,
Why chase shadows anymore?”
But we knew what dreams could bring,
In the heart, they’d bloom and sing.
Every voice, a star to light,
Every truth, a spark in night,
We would keep them safe and free,
For the world, for history.
Our words, our history,
Hold them close, they’ll set us free,
Every tongue, a precious flame,
Every tale will speak our name.
Sing the songs the past has known,
Let the seeds of truth be sown,
From the heart of every land,
We will guide them hand in hand.
Through the pages, we will see,
Our words are our history.
Long ago in the heart of the land,
We walked through forests, hand in hand,
Seeking tales the winds would weave,
Stories only time could leave.
Through the whispers, through the years,
Gathering laughter, gathering tears,
Every word a seed to sow,
For the world to learn and grow.
People said, “It’s just old lore,
Why chase shadows anymore?”
But we knew what dreams could bring,
In the heart, they’d bloom and sing.
Every voice, a star to light,
Every truth, a spark in night,
We would keep them safe and free,
For the world, for history.
Our words, our history,
Hold them close, they’ll set us free,
Every tongue, a precious flame,
Every tale will speak our name.
Sing the songs the past has known,
Let the seeds of truth be sown,
From the heart of every land,
We will guide them hand in hand.
Through the pages, we will see,
Our words are our history.