Track #5 - The Wanderlings Volume One
Leslie Hudson - piano, vocals, songwriter

The sister of eleven brothers-turned-swans takes a vow of silence while she works to free them from their stepmother’s curse. Enduring the sting of nettles, the accusation of witchcraft, and the sentence of execution, she risks her life and love to save them.

Story’s country of origin – Denmark

Based on the tale “The Wild Swans,” by Hans Christian Andersen.

Lyrics

To be born into light
To be raised for a fight
To be stained like a blight
On a rose
To be out in the wood
To pretend that I could
To believe that I should
Follow this road

Oh, please, are you hearing my pleas?
Help me, please

Brothers, I am coming
Will you call me on?
What are you becoming every dawn?
Mother, you have cursed them
Eleven feathered sons
Beneath the shadow of their wingspans
I will run

To be found on the sand
To be given a plan
To be crushed in my hands
As they burn
To be silent and strong
To be jeered by the throng
To be caged for my song
Like a bird

Oh, please, are you hearing my pleas?
Help me, please

Brothers, I am coming
Will you call me on?
What are you becoming every dawn?
Mother, you have cursed them
Eleven feathered sons
Beneath the shadow of their wingspans
I will run

Witch, they cry, my work lament
Now my strength is all but spent
Tens of limbs with one wing bent
Save me, I am innocent

Oh, please, are you hearing my pleas?
Help me, please
Oh, please, are you hearing my pleas?
Help me, please

Brothers, I am coming
Will you call me on?
What are you becoming every dawn?
Mother, you have cursed them
Eleven feathered sons
Beneath the shadow of their wingspans
I will run, I will run

I will run
I will run, oh
Mother, you have cursed them
Eleven feathered sons
But the shadow of their wingspans
Came undone