You walk through the frozen white gate
Where the heavy iron bars wait
Ice clings to your wool winter coat
Cold air catches deep in your throat
Spin the brass wheel and let it play
Keep the winter ghosts far away
Gold needle scratching on the black
Bringing every old memory back
Stone pillars hold up a grey sky
Where the heavy mountain birds fly
You find the machine in the hall
Standing straight and steady and tall
Spin the brass wheel and let it play
Keep the winter ghosts far away
Gold needle scratching on the black
Bringing every old memory back
Old oil smells like a burnt bean
The polished copper glows sharp and clean
You wind it tight till the spring groans
Deep inside the hollowed out stones
Spin the brass wheel and let it play
Keep the winter ghosts far away
Gold needle scratching on the black
Bringing every old memory back
The music tastes like a salty brew
Something honest and something true
You lean on the altar of slate
While the frozen valley must wait
Spin the brass wheel and let it play
Keep the winter ghosts far away
Gold needle scratching on the black
Bringing every old memory back
Just a crank and a song.
Keep it spinning along.
Stay warm.
