Somewhere down past the midnight line…
where the stories got teeth, and the shadows remember your name

She walked through the hollow, barefoot and brave
Storm still echoin’ from the life she couldn’t save
Mama gone silent, wind took her cry
But Hazel got fire, where others just sigh

Oh, South of Midnight, the moon don't lie
The ghosts will find you, but they don't say why
You gotta sing your name through the sorrow and sin
'Cause healing don't start ‘til the weavin’ begin

Haints in the water, haints in the trees
Singin' old lullabies on a bluesy breeze
She thread her pain like thread through a needle
Turned the curse to a chord, made the haunted feel people

Oh, South of Midnight, where the sky bleed gold
The truth is heavy, but the song feels old
You gotta walk through the hush, where the hurt still spin
And stitch up the dark from the inside in
(Background vocals hum low “Oooooh Hazel…”)

Muted trumpet solo over a minor blues progression
Followed by slow piano crawl — think Norah Jones meets Nina Simone

She ain’t no hero, just a girl with a thread
Pullin’ stories from the mouths of the dead
But every footstep turned silence to song
And every wrong place became where she belonged

Oh, South of Midnight, she rose like a flame
With a name made of thunder and no need for fame
She mended the pain that the old world spun
And wove back the soul ‘til the dawn had won

Faint gospel choir, fading horn, echoing piano
Where the stories sleep, and the roots run deep
(Hazel’s name sung soft like prayer)

Nancy Chisholm - South Of Midnight

Prayers and blessings to you all and all your families and special prayers and blessings to all the victims. May they all rest in peace.

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Nancy Chisholm - South Of Midnight

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