Cold wind cuts through the heavy wool
The winter moon is white and full
He keeps the glass and brass all clean
The sharpest sight he's ever seen
Cut through the frost and the grey
Hold back the dark of the day
High in the tower of white
Keeping the frozen orchard light
Apple trees sleep in heavy snow
Where the bitter north winds blow
He watches every bending bough
The iron clock is striking now
Cut through the frost and the grey
Hold back the dark of the day
High in the tower of white
Keeping the frozen orchard light
Coffee steams in a dented cup
He waits for the sun to wake up
Black oil burns in the heavy pan
The lonely work of a steady man
Cut through the frost and the grey
Hold back the dark of the day
High in the tower of white
Keeping the frozen orchard light
Ice clings tight to the lantern pane
The winter wind is like a train
He turns the crank with a heavy hand
Watching over the sleeping land
No one calls and no one rings
Only the cold winter bell swings
Steel on steel in the biting air
A steady eye and a solemn prayer
The orchard turns to a ghost of gold
A story that the winter told
He sees the first streak of morning red
While the rest of the valley is in bed
Cut through the frost and the grey
Hold back the dark of the day
High in the tower of white
Keeping the frozen orchard light
Keep it burning bright
Through the frozen night
Yeah, keep it burning!
