Lyric

There’s a door in the moss

By the beech trees leanin’ low

Painted in a gold ink line

Where the foxglove shadows glow

I found it by the fern bed

Where the evening thimble-bells ring

Tiny key in my palm

Like a moth with folded wings

And when I touched the seam

The air went soft and slow

A little light spilled out

Like a secret I might know

Open the gold ink door

Open it once more

Let the small brave wonder

Walk me to the floor

Open the gold ink door

I’ve been here before

Been here before

If the moon still keeps my name

Let it guide me to the door

Inside was a painted hall

With rain in a crystal bowl

A table set for one

And a silver thread to hold

There were pears in a blue dish

And a lamp with a sleepy flame

I heard the cedar creak

Like it knew me by my name

And every step I took

The walls began to sing

Not loud enough to wake

The sleeping roots of spring

Open the gold ink door

Open it once more

Let the small brave wonder

Walk me to the floor

Open the gold ink door

I’ve been here before

Been here before

If the moon still keeps my name

Let it guide me to the door

Maybe all the maps were wrong

Maybe that was mercy

Maybe every hidden place

Was waiting just for me

So I lift the little latch

And let the night pour through

A golden line, a quiet vow

And a path back into you

Open the gold ink door

Open it once more

Let the small brave wonder

Walk me to the floor

Open the gold ink door

I’ve been here before

Been here before

If the moon still keeps my name

Let it guide me to the door