I've been walking through the fields of gold
Where the stories of the old are told
And the roots run deep beneath the ground
In the silence, there's a sacred sound

I can feel it in the wind that blows
Through the valleys where the river flows
Every whisper from the ancient trees
Carried softly on the evening breeze

Oh, the roots are holding on
To the memories, they're not gone
In the soil, in the stone
We are never quite alone

I have seen the seasons come and go
In the falling of the winter snow
And the bloom of spring, a sweet release
In the roots, I find my peace

From the mountains to the ocean shore
There are echoes of what came before
In the laughter and the tears we've known
We are planted, we have grown

Oh, the roots are holding on
To the memories, they're not gone
In the soil, in the stone
We are never quite alone

And when the storms are raging high
And the thunder fills the sky
I will stand here, strong and true
For the roots are holding me to you

Oh, the roots are holding on
To the memories, they're not gone
In the soil, in the stone
We are never quite alone

So I'll walk these fields of gold
As the stories of the old unfold
And the roots run deep beneath the ground
In the silence, that sacred sound