Brass horn catches every beam
Cutting through a heavy stream
Ivy climbs the workshop wall
Waiting for the night to fall
Spin the wheel and let it glow
Heavy iron moving slow
Golden horn in summer haze
Burning through the velvet glaze
Steel spring winds a tighter coil
Hidden under garden soil
Glass is cracked but holds the glare
Floating in the humid air
Spin the wheel and let it glow
Heavy iron moving slow
Golden horn in summer haze
Burning through the velvet glaze
Rust is eating at the base
Holding on to every trace
Silver needles scratch the plate
Patient for a better fate
Spin the wheel and let it glow
Heavy iron moving slow
Golden horn in summer haze
Burning through the velvet glaze
Copper wires hum a low tune
Underneath a paper moon
Wild weeds choke the gravel path
Facing down the winter wrath
Spin the wheel and let it glow
Heavy iron moving slow
Golden horn in summer haze
Burning through the velvet glaze
Gold on the horn
Gold on the horn Let it glow
Let it glow