Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in amber light,
Brick remembers every passing night.
Capitol shadows, long and slow,
Where the Hudson currents softly flow.
*Quercus alba*, reaching high,
A sentinel against the pale blue sky.
Brownstone whispers, stories untold,
Of winter gardens, brave and bold.
Stone and bloom, a fragile grace,
Time unfolds in this quiet place.
Roots run deep, a hidden art,
Albany's pulse, a beating heart.
Wrought iron gates, a rusted plea,
For sunlight filtered, wild and free.
*Hydrangea macrophylla*, blush and cream,
Lost in a long-forgotten dream.
Stone and bloom, a fragile grace,
Time unfolds in this quiet place.
Roots run deep, a hidden art,
Albany's pulse, a beating heart.
Plaza pigeons, wings take flight,
Reflecting shadows in the fading light.
Old elm branches, gnarled and bent,
Witness to lives, sweetly spent.
Stone and bloom, a fragile grace,
Time unfolds in this quiet place.
Roots run deep, a hidden art,
Albany's pulse, a beating heart.
*Clematis armandii*, climbing free,
A fragrant curtain for you and me.
The scent of lilacs, soft and low,
Where silent histories softly grow.
Cracked pavement, a winding track,
Leading memories, looking back.
Each stone a breath, each petal sighs,
A whispered truth before our eyes.
Stone and bloom, a fragile grace,
Time unfolds in this quiet place.
Roots run deep, a hidden art,
Albany's soul, a beating heart.
Sun descends, a golden hue,
Stone and bloom, forever true.
Dust to dust, the cycle turns,
Albany sleeps, and softly learns.
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