Cold steel skin in a frozen line
Silver frost on the winter pine
Rusted wheels on a dead-end track
Counting years that are never back
Hold the line in the winter white
Watching gold turn to velvet night
Iron bones in a frozen sleep
Promises that the orchards keep
Apple boughs heavy under snow
Bitter winds where the north-winds blow
I am anchored in the salted clay
Waiting here for a warmer day
Hold the line in the winter white
Watching gold turn to velvet night
Iron bones in a frozen sleep
Promises that the orchards keep
Heavy chains on a locked-up door
I don't travel the rails no more
Frozen fruit on a brittle stem
Coldest light on a winter gem
Hold the line in the winter white
Watching gold turn to velvet night
Iron bones in a frozen sleep
Promises that the orchards keep
Dusk descends on the valley floor
Sinking deep in the winter lore
Grey horizons and copper skies
Where the ghost of the harvest lies
Hold the line in the winter white
Watching gold turn to velvet night
Iron bones in a frozen sleep
Promises that the orchards keep
Iron Orchard
In the winter white Iron Orchard
Velvet night