I wipe the blade on Beacon Hill brick
Autumn dust lies thick on the brick
The Charles runs cold beside my boot
Quiet morning watch stays mute
Silver on brick in morning light
I clean the edge till it bites right
Boston autumn cold and quick
Silver on brick silver on brick
Gas lamps hiss on Charles Street corner
Fog rolls thick like harbor water
Whetstone sings on hardened steel
No beast tonight to make me kneel
Silver on brick in morning light
I clean the edge till it bites right
Boston autumn cold and quick
Silver on brick silver on brick
Old North Church bells toll the hour
Salt wind carries iron power
Blade reflects the copper dome
Waiting for the night to come
Silver on brick in morning light
I clean the edge till it bites right
Boston autumn cold and quick
Silver on brick silver on brick
Tourists walk the Freedom Trail
None can see the hidden veil
I guard the path where monsters tread
While Boston rests its weary head
Lighthouse lens cuts through the night
Silver flash a guiding light
Here I stand on brick and stone
Far from sea but not alone
Evening brings the college crowd
Laughing loud beneath the cloud
Blade slides home in leather sheath
Another watch draws breath beneath
Silver on brick in morning light
I clean the edge till it bites right
Boston autumn cold and quick
Silver on brick silver on brick
Silver on brick silver on brick
Oil cloth folded duty done
Till the next rising sun