Track Insight / Lyrics
Old lamplight flickers, low and slow,
Knoxville whispers where the breezes blow.
A dusty window, a weathered frame,
Smoky Mountain air, calls out my name.
Granite shoulders, rising steep,
Where secrets sleep and shadows creep.
The Holston River, a silver thread,
Woven through memories in my head.
Smoky Mountain air, a gentle sigh,
Washing over me as the days drift by.
A coolness lingers, a soft embrace,
Lost in time, in this quiet place.
The scent of pine, a distant train,
Whispers of stories through sun and rain.
The city lights, a hazy glow,
Down in Knoxville, watch the people go.
Smoky Mountain air, a gentle sigh,
Washing over me as the days drift by.
A coolness lingers, a soft embrace,
Lost in time, in this quiet place.
Each rustling leaf, a whispered plea,
For simpler days, wild and free.
The mountain's heart, a steady beat,
A lonely rhythm, bittersweet.
Smoky Mountain air, a gentle sigh,
Washing over me as the days drift by.
A coolness lingers, a soft embrace,
Lost in time, in this quiet place.
Stone walls stand, against the gray,
Holding echoes of yesterday.
Though storms may rage and winds may blow,
The mountains watch, the rivers flow.
The distant church bell, softly rings,
A hopeful promise the morning brings.
I trace the lines on my calloused hand,
A silent watcher of this ancient land.
Smoky Mountain air, a hopeful cry,
Washing over me as the years fly by.
A warmth surrounds me, a sweet release,
Found in stillness, found in peace.
Old lamplight fades, the shadows grow,
Knoxville sleeps, soft and slow.
Smoky Mountain air, lingers on,
Until the breaking of the dawn.
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