You hold the lens to catch the gray
The heavy wagons roll your way
The inner bailey smells of pine
You wait until the angles line
Hammer on the glowing steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Grain is rolling through the gate
Heavy iron, heavy weight
The blacksmith strikes a steady beat
He works the metal in the heat
The horses pull the wooden load
Across the dusty castle road
Hammer on the glowing steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Grain is rolling through the gate
Heavy iron, heavy weight
You snap a shot of orange light
Before the sky turns into night
A single spark flies past your face
A frozen moment in this place
Hammer on the glowing steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Grain is rolling through the gate
Heavy iron, heavy weight
The driver nods a quiet hello
The yellow wheat begins to glow
You pack your bag and walk away
To find a place where you can stay
Hammer on the glowing steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Grain is rolling through the gate
Heavy iron, heavy weight
Just a click of the glass.
Iron and grain.
