Peeling paint on my left arm rest
Frost writes verse on the porch's chest
The apple rows wear shrouds of grey
And I have rocked the night to day
Rock slow rock slow the orchard dreams
Snow stitches shut the broken seams
I held the alto line for years
Now I just rock and catch the years
Small boots kicked hard against my rails
Grandpa's pipe left blue smoke trails
Grandma's shawl caught splinters deep
While I kept vigil did not sleep
Rock slow rock slow the orchard dreams
Snow stitches shut the broken seams
I held the alto line for years
Now I just rock and catch the years
My runners groove the pine floor boards
Worn smooth by decades of rocking chords
Each push and pull a prayer once breathed
Now only wind through branches weaves
Rock slow rock slow the orchard dreams
Snow stitches shut the broken seams
I held the alto line for years
Now I just rock and catch the years
The light leans blue across the snow
No footprints come no voices low
I rock myself a steady beat
A wooden heart in winter's seat
Rock slow rock slow the orchard dreams
Snow stitches shut the broken seams
I held the alto line for years
Now I just rock and catch the years
Rock slow rock slow the orchard dreams
Rock slow rock slow the orchard sleeps
And I keep watch where the snow falls deep
