Your copper wires are turning green
The coldest salt I've ever seen
You stand alone by Sydney Bay
While all the colors fade to gray
Oh let the ivy climb the steel
The rusted spin of a broken wheel
Sinking deep in the harbor sand
Holding fast to a lonely land
I bring the loam and organic peat
To keep the roots away from heat
Your metal skin is rough and old
A story that the wind has told
Oh let the ivy climb the steel
The rusted spin of a broken wheel
Sinking deep in the harbor sand
Holding fast to a lonely land
The Hedera helix starts to creep
While the weary city falls asleep
I prune the stem with a steady hand
To help the wild garden understand
Oh let the ivy climb the steel
The rusted spin of a broken wheel
Sinking deep in the harbor sand
Holding fast to a lonely land
The signal died in the winter gale
The copper line is thin and frail
But green is stronger than the rust
A living bond in the salty dust
You watch the ships go sailing by
Underneath a purple velvet sky
I plant the seed in the rocky floor
Right beside the open harbor door
Oh let the ivy climb the steel
The rusted spin of a broken wheel
Sinking deep in the harbor sand
Holding fast to a lonely land
Iron and Ivy, green and gold
A story that the wind has told
Holding fast.
