Track Insight / Lyrics
The cobbler works his bench at dusk
Snow settles on the orchard boughs
His awl moves slow through seasoned husk
No lantern needed for his weathered brows
Leather and snow in the failing light
Needle and thread stitch the closing day
He buffs the boots till they shine so bright
Winter holds its breath on the bay
Apple trees stand like sentinels
Branches heavy with white wool
He knows the grain, he knows it well
Each stitch pulled tight, each seam made full
Leather and snow in the failing light
Needle and thread stitch the closing day
He buffs the boots till they shine so bright
Winter holds its breath on the bay
I watched the beam sweep coastal stone
Thirty years I kept the flame
Now inland, in this quiet zone
I watch him work all the same
Leather and snow in the failing light
Needle and thread stitch the closing day
He buffs the boots till they shine so bright
Winter holds its breath on the bay
Wax smells sweet as pine and tar
Rag moves circular, slow, sure
The orchard sleeps beneath a star
Boot leather drinks the dark cure
No foghorn here, no crashing wave
Just silence thick as wool on stone
The cobbler's hands are brave
They mend what time has worn
Dusk deepens to a velvet blue
He sets the finished pair aside
Snow falls soft on toe and heel
Nothing broken, nothing to hide
Leather and snow in the failing light
Needle and thread stitch the closing day
He buffs the boots till they shine so bright
Winter holds its breath on the bay
Leather and snow, leather and snow
The light keeps. The leather holds.
