Heron on the Soundboard

[Intro]
[Verse]
Rain taps the glass
Dust on the brass
Letting the memories pass
Light on the floor
Open the door
Walking through history's lore
[Pre-Chorus]
The workbench is cold
But the stories are gold
I feel the weight of his grip
On every cedar wood chip
[Chorus]
Oh, little blue heron wing
Waiting for a voice to sing
Carved in the cedar and pine
Tracing the curve of your line
[Post-Chorus]
Blue heron, fly
Under a Scottish sky
Blue heron, stay
On this rainy spring day
[Break]
[Verse]
Nineteen-seventy-four
By the North Sea shore
He learned how to listen to trees
Shavings that danced in the breeze
Tuning the rhythm of tide
With nowhere for secrets to hide
[Pre-Chorus]
The chisel is steady
The spirit is ready
I hear the ghost of his hum
In the beat of a wooden drum
[Chorus]
Oh, little blue heron wing
Waiting for a voice to sing
Carved in the cedar and pine
Tracing the curve of your line
[Bridge]
The felt on the piano is warm
Shelter away from the storm
The grain of the wood is a map
Held in a grandfather's lap
[Solo]
[Verse]
I pick up the file
And I start to smile
Finishing what he began
Part of a beautiful plan
The wooden flute starts to play
Chasing the shadows away
[Chorus]
Oh, little blue heron wing
Waiting for a voice to sing
Carved in the cedar and pine
Tracing the curve of your line
[Hook]
Music in the wood
Everything is good
Carry the song
Bring it along
[Outro]