The Linen Map

[Intro]
[Verse]
The gate is rusted red
Where the wild roses spread
I walk with heavy tread
To the place where you once led
The roof is falling in
Where the stories used to spin
Cold against my skin
Is the house where we begin
[Pre-Chorus]
Underneath the floorboard's creak
Found the treasure that I seek
A tattered linen scrap
The markings of a map
[Chorus]
Oh the sea whispers low
Where the green grasses grow
And the stone circles glow
In the tides' steady flow
Grandmother’s ghost in the air
With the salt in her hair
Still waiting right there
In the light of the prayer
[Verse]
I strike a tiny spark
In the hollow of the dark
I see the ancient mark
Like the singing of a lark
The hearth begins to smoke
Wearing memories like a cloak
Words that no one spoke
Till the silence finally broke
[Chorus]
Oh the sea whispers low
Where the green grasses grow
And the stone circles glow
In the tides' steady flow
Grandmother’s ghost in the air
With the salt in her hair
Still waiting right there
In the light of the prayer
[Post-Chorus]
Spirits in the grey
Never drift away
Until the break of day
In the cottage by the bay
[Bridge]
She was young and she was wild
The ocean’s only child
With the secrets that she filed
Where the limestone rocks are piled
Now the pipes begin to play
Turning midnight into day
Wash the dusty years away
In a silver-threaded spray
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
I trace the faded ink
Standing on the very brink
More than I could think
In a chain of every link
The low whistle starts to sigh
Like a bird across the sky
I will never say goodbye
While the embers never die
[Chorus]
Oh the sea whispers low
Where the green grasses grow
And the stone circles glow
In the tides' steady flow
Grandmother’s ghost in the air
With the salt in her hair
Still waiting right there
In the light of the prayer
[Outro]