Track Insight / Lyrics
I sit upon the forest floor
Beside the heavy iron door
My needle tracks a steady line
Between the needles of the pine
Spin the wheel and play the sound
Rooted deep in heavy ground
Scent of resin, gold and green
The oldest song I've ever seen
Pinus sylvestris grows so tall
I watch the autumn needles fall
The telephone poles stand in a row
Watching where the wild berries grow
Spin the wheel and play the sound
Rooted deep in heavy ground
Scent of resin, gold and green
The oldest song I've ever seen
I feel the hum of wires above
A static kind of heavy love
The soil is rich and dark and deep
While all the dormant seedlings sleep
Spin the wheel and play the sound
Rooted deep in heavy ground
Scent of resin, gold and green
The oldest song I've ever seen
My brassy horn is turning cold
The stories of the wood unfold
I count the rings on fallen bark
And sing until the woods go dark
Crank the handle, feel the gear
The garden music is so clear
From the loam up to the sky
Watch the summer colors fly
Sallow soil and salted air
A vintage kind of lonely flare
I keep the rhythm of the breeze
Amongst the shaking cedar trees
Spin the wheel and play the sound
Rooted deep in heavy ground
Scent of resin, gold and green
The oldest song I've ever seen
Spinning slow, spinning gold.
Keep the rhythm, hold it bold.
