Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog hangs low on Amsterdam stone,
A silent watch, a world unknown.
Steel and water, a frosted grace,
Lost in time, in this quiet place.
He knows the locks by their timbered sighs,
Each creaking plank where the gray mist lies.
*Salix alba*, the willow weeps near,
A patient vigil, year after year.
The ferry sleeps, a metal embrace,
Reflecting lamps in the water's face.
He checks the gears with a calloused hand,
A frozen rhythm in this winter land.
Canal bloom, a silver sheen,
Guarding the bridge, a quiet scene.
Though the world rushes onward and free,
He's rooted here, for all to see.
The barges drift, like phantoms slow,
Their muffled horns in the cold winds blow.
He charts their course with a knowing eye,
A silent guardian, beneath the sky.
*Ilex aquifolium*, berries bright red,
A splash of color where shadows spread.
He speaks to the plants, a gentle plea,
"Hold fast, my friends, and bloom with me."
Canal bloom, a silver sheen,
Guarding the bridge, a quiet scene.
Though the world rushes onward and free,
He's rooted here, for all to see.
Each turning wheel, a story untold,
Of cargo carried, and winters cold.
He feels the pulse of the city below,
A hidden current, a gentle flow.
The ice collects, a delicate lace,
Upon the cables, time cannot erase.
He polishes brass, a ritual true,
Waiting for sunlight to break through.
Canal bloom, a silver sheen,
Guarding the bridge, a quiet scene.
Though the world rushes onward and free,
He's rooted here, for all to see.
Canal bloom, a shimmering grace,
Guarding the bridge, in this frosted space.
Let the world rush onward and free,
He's rooted here, eternally.
Fog rolls on, a whispered sigh,
Beneath the Amsterdam sky.
A quiet watch, a patient soul,
Canal bloom, making the city whole.
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