Black water laps the rusted quay
The salt air tastes like old tea
Steel cables hum a low drone
The winter wind chills to the bone
Green leaves curl in the autumn cold
The soil is dark and the roots hold
I prune the stems of the wild vine
While the heavy anchor lines entwine
Shelter the hull in the hollow bay
Wait for the fog to drift away
The Ferris wheel stands frozen and still
Resting its head on the coastal hill
Diesel fumes mix with the damp peat
The river mud clings to my feet
You push the barge through the grey haze
Lost in the loop of the harbor maze
Shelter the hull in the hollow bay
Wait for the fog to drift away
The Ferris wheel stands frozen and still
Resting its head on the coastal hill
The ticket booths are locked in gold
The stories of the summer told
Deep in the loam the seeds will sleep
While the iron watchmen keep the keep
Latin names for the moss and weed
A quiet growth is all I need
You keep the engine humming low
Watching the tidal currents flow
Tugboat skin is a peeling red
The amusement park is long since dead
We plant the garden by the pier
Waiting for the turning of the year
Shelter the hull in the hollow bay
Wait for the fog to drift away
The Ferris wheel stands frozen and still
Resting its head on the coastal hill
Iron and ivy.
Hold it steady.
Keep it steady.
