The Grafting Season

[Intro]
[Verse]
The gate hinge sings a rusty song
Where the shadows grow so long
I’ve been away for far too long
The cider jars sit on the shelf
A quiet image of yourself
A story told by someone else
[Verse]
The frost is silver on the skin
Where the winter’s pulling in
And the light is getting thin
I feel the mud beneath my heel
A heavy kind of thing to feel
When the memory isn't real
[Chorus]
Oh, the apples turn to gold
In a story never told
The winter’s getting cold
And the roots are taking hold
I’m standing where you stood
In the marrow of the wood
Doing the best I could
[Verse]
You said to cut the dead away
To find a better way to stay
In the dying light of day
The crows are calling from the pine
Tracing out a jagged line
Across a sky that isn't mine
[Pre-Chorus]
The glass is cracked upon the stone
I’m here but I am not alone
The seeds you sowed have grown
Into a house I’ve never known
[Chorus]
Oh, the apples turn to gold
In a story never told
The winter’s getting cold
And the roots are taking hold
I’m standing where you stood
In the marrow of the wood
Doing the best I could
[Bridge]
The fence posts lean toward the west
Giving all the ghosts a rest
I put my memory to the test
But the names are fading fast
Nothing built is meant to last
Except the shadows that we cast
[Verse]
I found your knife beside the tree
A rusted gift you left for me
To set the tangled branches free
The frost is biting at my skin
Where the winter starts to win
Let the quiet season in
[Chorus]
Oh, the apples turn to gold
In a story never told
The winter’s getting cold
And the roots are taking hold
I’m standing where you stood
In the marrow of the wood
Doing the best I could
[Post-Chorus]
Doing the best I could
In the marrow of the wood
Doing the best I could
[Outro]