King of the Acorns

The title of this song, “King of the Acorns”, sat on my notes app on my phone for about 2 years before I finally turned it into a song – I hope it was worth the wait!

Scratch beneath the surface of the earth
It’s his domain that’s he’s claimed
And he returns to it again and again and again
His hidden treasure hoard, safely stored
In woods and in parks
and as the dark winter hardens
The gardens he leaves his mark

He’s the king of the acorns, the king of the trees
The king of the soil and the soul of the seeds
He’s the king of the autumn, king of the spring
King of whatever the winter may bring
He’s the king of the garden, king of the park
King of the dawn and the dusk and the dark
And the light and the day and the night
It’s all his by right
He’s the king of the acorns

Looking down from on high
As the sky collides with the ground
His hide and seek quarry is found
With the instincts of a bloodhound
He knows his labours through the year
Are hidden here and he must clear it all
Before it disappears like morning mist
and schoolboy fears

He’s the king of the acorns…

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

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