I left the salt and spray behind
A different kind of lamp to find
The pine trees stand in heavy rows
Where the bitter north wind blows
Iron anchor in the pine
Crossing over every line
Glowing gold against the black
Bringing all the sailors back
Telephone poles stand in a line
Steel and copper, copper shine
I keep the glass and brass so clean
The brightest spark I've ever seen
Iron anchor in the pine
Crossing over every line
Glowing gold against the black
Bringing all the sailors back
The city lights are far away
A distant ghost of silver gray
I watch the wires hum and shake
While the sleeping forests wake
Iron anchor in the pine
Crossing over every line
Glowing gold against the black
Bringing all the sailors back
No more waves to break the shore
I don't hear the ocean roar
Just the clicking of the gear
Keeping every signal clear
Rusty chain and heavy weight
Holding fast against the fate
The needles fall upon the ground
The only steady humming sound
Iron anchor in the pine
Crossing over every line
Glowing gold against the black
Bringing all the sailors back
Iron anchor, cold and bright
Holding fast throughout the night
