You climb the stairs of rusted gray
The winter fog turns blue to spray
Your heavy coat is soaked and cold
A story that the streets have told
Turn the key and let the gold light flare
Cut the mist and clear the frozen air
One bright spark on the canal bridge beam
Waking up a sleepy winter dream
You hold the brass with shaking hand
The smallest gear is where you stand
A tiny spring, a ticking beat
Above the slush of empty street
Turn the key and let the gold light flare
Cut the mist and clear the frozen air
One bright spark on the canal bridge beam
Waking up a sleepy winter dream
The water swirls in velvet black
A one way road with no way back
You fix the glass and wipe the grime
To beat the clock and stop the time
Oil on the wheel, a steady click
The winter wind is sharp and quick
Hold your breath till the lamp burns bright
Push the dark back into the night
The copper wire begins to hum
The city beats like a distant drum
You see the bridge in a sudden glow
While the heavy canal waters flow
Turn the key and let the gold light flare
Cut the mist and clear the frozen air
One bright spark on the canal bridge beam
Waking up a sleepy winter dream
You step away from the iron rail
The morning wind is a salty gale
The master looks with a steady eye
As the winter sun hits the sky
Turn the key and let the gold light flare
Cut the mist and clear the frozen air
One bright spark on the canal bridge beam
Waking up a sleepy winter dream
Keep it bright, keep it gold.
Winter's gone, story told.
