Snow piles high on brick and stone
The rooster stands the cold alone
His feathers green from years of rain
He turns but doesn't break the chain
Copper rooster spin slow
Winter wind won't let you go
Cobblestones keep your feet warm
Waiting out the morning storm
Short stack clouds on griddle sky
Bacon smoke goes drifting by
Alley smells of yeast and salt
Warmth rises from the vault
Copper rooster spin slow
Winter wind won't let you go
Cobblestones keep your feet warm
Waiting out the morning storm
Regulars know his rhythm well
He points to heaven points to hell
North wind bites the copper comb
He sleeps inside his metal home
Copper rooster spin slow
Winter wind won't let you go
Cobblestones keep your feet warm
Waiting out the morning storm
Coffee steam rises through the grate
Wakes him up at half past eight
He creaks a hymn in minor key
Sings for those who cannot flee
No ticket called no bell to ring
Just the song the alleys sing
Iron lungs and brass throat clear
Music only he can hear
Shift change comes with pale dawn light
Rooster glints in morning bright
Cook wipes down the stainless steel
Another night another meal
Copper rooster spin slow
Winter wind won't let you go
Cobblestones keep your feet warm
Waiting out the morning storm
Spins on the winter wind
Copper rooster my friend
