Track Insight / Lyrics
I lean on grey and ancient stone
The mountain wind is all I own
My surface cold, my spirit deep
While all the forest creatures sleep
I am the iron in the mist
A heavy weight the clouds have kissed
I wait for hands to find my hold
And turn this silver mountain gold
The *Picea* grows in emerald green
The softest moss I've ever seen
I feel the soil beneath the rock
A steady beat, a timeless clock
The fog rolls in like heavy cream
Across the valley, soft and lean
I watch the eagles circle high
Against a pale and milky sky
I am the iron in the mist
A heavy weight the clouds have kissed
I wait for hands to find my hold
And turn this silver mountain gold
Cold metal skin, a frozen heart
Waiting for the spark to start
No more rust and no more rain
Just the pull of a golden chain
The *Primula* blooms by the steep
Where the mountain secrets keep
I hold the balance of the peak
The kind of power that I seek
I am the iron in the mist
A heavy weight the clouds have kissed
I wait for hands to find my hold
And turn this silver mountain gold
Iron Root, stay gold.
Wait for the hand to hold.
Stay gold.
