The apple trees are stripped and white
Beneath the pale and frozen light
A heavy chain is cold and grey
Where salt and water used to stay
It rests upon the winter floor
A hundred miles from any shore
The rusted ring is buried deep
While all the sleeping orchards keep
Hold the ground and hold the line
Underneath the frozen pine
Iron heart in winter white
Waiting for the morning light
The wind is biting sharp and keen
The hardest frost he's ever seen
He does not move or feel the cold
A story made of iron mold
Hold the ground and hold the line
Underneath the frozen pine
Iron heart in winter white
Waiting for the morning light
No more tides to pull the rope
No more sailing, no more hope
Just the weight of winter air
And a heavy iron prayer
The dusk is falling purple blue
The winter moon is breaking through
The orchard branches bend and sway
Above the metal tucked away
The keeper knows the way it feels
The spinning of the heavy wheels
To find a place to finally stand
Deep inside the frozen land
Hold the ground and hold the line
Underneath the frozen pine
Iron heart in winter white
Waiting for the morning light
Hold the line, hold the line
Iron heart in winter white
Iron under snow.
