Wings of Pine

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust dancing in the light
Golden beams so bright
Workshop floor is cold
Stories left untold
I find your leather gloves
The work a craftsman loves
Smell of pine in the air
Like you’re still standing there
[Pre-Chorus]
The bench is worn and grey
From years of work and play
I reach into the bin
And feel the grain within
[Chorus]
Half-carved wings of pine
A gift of slow design
You taught me how to wait
Before it was too late
Love is in the small things
In every song a wood bird sings
Patience in your steady hand
More than I could understand
[Verse]
Rough edges on the beak
The words you didn't speak
Cracked glass on the wall
Shadows start to fall
You never asked for fame
Or even whispered your own name
Just the rasp of the file
And a quiet, gentle smile
[Chorus]
Half-carved wings of pine
A gift of slow design
You taught me how to wait
Before it was too late
Love is in the small things
In every song a wood bird sings
Patience in your steady hand
More than I could understand
[Bridge]
One stroke at a time
Like a slow and steady rhyme
I’ll finish what you started
For the kind and heavy-hearted
I feel the gratitude grow
In the things you didn't show
Just a simple piece of wood
Doing all the good it could
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Half-carved wings of pine
A gift of slow design
You taught me how to wait
Before it was too late
Love is in the small things
In every song a wood bird sings
Patience in your steady hand
More than I could understand
[Post-Chorus]
Slow joy in the wood
Everything is good
Small acts of grace
In this hollowed-out space
[Outro]