The Pressed Fern

[Intro]
[Verse]
Morning light on the floor
Thrifted linens by the door
Scent of lavender and dust
In these fibers I can trust
Sorting through the tangled white
Everything feels soft and bright
[Pre-Chorus]
Then it falls upon the wood
A secret understood
A tiny ghost of green
The quietest thing I’ve seen
[Chorus]
It’s a pressed fern from the coast
The thing I needed most
Small anchors in the tide
With nowhere left to hide
Unplanned days in the sun
Before the race was run
Just a moment held in place
Like a smile upon your face
[Verse]
Two thousand seventeen
The brightest blue I’ve seen
Salt air in your hair
We had no heavy care
Driving down the winding road
Lightening the heavy load
We stopped to watch the spray
On that long-forgotten day
[Pre-Chorus]
You tucked it in the fold
A story left untold
Between the cotton sheets
Where the past and present meets
[Chorus]
It’s a pressed fern from the coast
The thing I needed most
Small anchors in the tide
With nowhere left to hide
Unplanned days in the sun
Before the race was run
Just a moment held in place
Like a smile upon your face
[Bridge]
Years go by like the wind
Where do we begin?
The laundry line is swaying
The reed organ is playing
Sun glare on the white
Chasing away the night
It’s the little things we keep
While the world is fast asleep
[Verse]
I smooth the fabric down
Far from the noisy town
The mandolin rings clear
I wish that you were here
To see this dusty prize
With your coastal-colored eyes
Life is just a collection
Of quiet, soft reflection
[Chorus]
It’s a pressed fern from the coast
The thing I needed most
Small anchors in the tide
With nowhere left to hide
Unplanned days in the sun
Before the race was run
Just a moment held in place
Like a smile upon your face
[Hook]
Soft anchors in the light
Holding on so tight
Soft anchors in the grain
Through the sun and rain
[Outro]