Track Insight / Lyrics
Mist rolls in on silver feet,
Pier planks sigh a mournful greet.
Shadows dance, a ghostly grace,
A hidden song in this quiet place.
Old wood sleeps in velvet case,
A craftsman's dream, time cannot erase.
Salt spray kissed the varnish brown,
Lost melodies drift through the town.
Bay Violin, a whispered plea,
Echoes lost to the restless sea.
Strings remember fingers flown,
A lonely tune, beautifully known.
Foghorns moan a distant call,
Reflecting lights on the harbor wall.
The violin waits, a patient friend,
For a hand to hold it 'til the very end.
Bay Violin, a whispered plea,
Echoes lost to the restless sea.
Strings remember fingers flown,
A lonely tune, beautifully known.
A sailor's ghost, they say it's true,
Plays a waltz, both somber and new.
Each trembling note, a memory bright,
Of home and love in fading light.
Bay Violin, a whispered plea,
Echoes lost to the restless sea.
Strings remember fingers flown,
A lonely tune, beautifully known.
The pier creaks, a rhythmic beat, A lullaby, bittersweet.
The violin breathes, a fragile sound,
Where lost romances can still be found.
Sunrise paints the Golden Gate,
Washing shadows, sealing fate.
But the violin still softly sighs,
Beneath the vast and endless skies.
Bay Violin, a whispered plea,
Echoes lost to the restless sea.
Strings remember fingers flown,
A lonely tune, beautifully known.
Bay Violin, a timeless art,
A beating, fragile, hopeful heart.
Echoes ring, forever free,
A lonely tune for you and me!
Mist descends, a gentle shroud,
The violin sleeps, softly bowed.
A silent song, a memory deep,
While the bay cradles secrets in its sleep.
