Track Insight / Lyrics
Rough hide resting on the pine
Scent of cedar, sharp and fine
Rubbing oil in circles slow
Making every surface glow
Heavy boots upon the mat
Saddle leather, thick and flat
Steel and beeswax, heat and grit
Watching how the edges fit
Polish the brown, polish the gold
Story of a hand that holds
Walk through the grass, wild and green
Brightest shine I have ever seen
Backyard brambles climbing high
Touching edges of the sky
Ivy choking out the fence
Summer heat is thick and dense
Polish the brown, polish the gold
Story of a hand that holds
Walk through the grass, wild and green
Brightest shine I have ever seen
Sanding down the worn out heel
Turning iron, spinning wheel
Heavy breath and steady hand
Working on a patch of land
Silver needles, waxed thin thread
Stitching lines of crimson red
Working till the light is low
Watching all the clover grow
Wiping grease from calloused skin
Letting all the cool air in
Old shop door is swinging wide
Bringing all the garden inside
Polish the brown, polish the gold
Story of a hand that holds
Walk through the grass, wild and green
Brightest shine I have ever seen
Buffing the leather, gold in the grain.
Clean as a window after the rain.
