The Woolen Grip

[Intro]
[Verse]
The sun hits the ridge
I cross the old bridge
The shadows grow long
Like an old mountain song
The pine boughs are white
In the fading of light
The trail starts to bend
Where the memories end
[Verse]
The latch is so cold
A story untold
The frost on the pane
Is a frozen refrain
I step through the door
On the splintering floor
The air is so still
With a wintery chill
[Chorus]
Oh, let the dust fall
On the wood of the wall
There's a ghost in the air
But I’m not in despair
Just a quiet hello
To the man I still know
The golden hour glow
In the valley below
[Verse]
Your gloves on the shelf
A piece of yourself
The wool is worn thin
Where the work would begin
I trace the old mark
Cut deep in the dark
Initial and date
By the window of fate
[Bridge]
The tea’s getting cold
But the silver is gold
In the slant of the sun
When the walking is done
I’ll sit in the hush
In the wintertime brush
The harmonica sighs
Underneath the gray skies
[Chorus]
Oh, let the dust fall
On the wood of the wall
There's a ghost in the air
But I’m not in despair
Just a quiet hello
To the man I still know
The golden hour glow
In the valley below
[Post-Chorus]
It’s a long way home
Through the heavy loam
But I’m not alone
In the seeds I’ve sown
[Outro]