Track Insight / Lyrics
Train tracks gleam, a silver thread,
Down in the hollow where the shadows spread.
River whispers, cold and deep,
Secrets Charleston's mountains keep.
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Another evening, holding tight.
Granite shoulders, worn and gray,
Watch the world just drift away.
Coal dust settles on the breeze,
Through the hemlocks, through the trees.
Echoes linger, soft and low,
Of a life I used to know.
Hollow whistles, calling home,
Across the water, we roam.
River bending, silver line,
Lost in echoes, yours and mine.
Stone-built houses, huddled near,
Holding stories, year by year.
Smoke curls upward, thin and frail,
A lonely signal on the trail.
Train is coming, rumbling sound,
Shaking softly, hallowed ground.
Iron horse with fiery breath,
Whispering tales of life and death.
Hollow whistles, calling home,
Across the water, we roam.
River bending, silver line,
Lost in echoes, yours and mine.
Harmonium sighs, a distant plea,
Memories flood back to me.
Of childhood summers, long ago,
Where the mountain rivers flow.
Evening settles, dark and slow,
Watch the fireflies softly glow.
The whistle fades, a distant strain,
Peace descends like gentle rain.
Hollow whistles, calling home,
Across the water, we roam.
River bending, silver line,
Lost in echoes, yours and mine.
Hollow whistles, calling home,
Across the water, we roam.
River bending, silver line,
Lost in echoes, yours and mine.
River whispers, soft and low,
Watch the shadows come and go.
Hollow whistles, in the night,
Fading echoes, dimming light.
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