Track Insight / Lyrics
Your boots are worn and thin as glass
You watch the winter seasons pass
The mountain peak is sharp and white
You wait throughout the longest night
Turn the needle, find the way
Wait for gold in morning gray
Sift the soil and plant the seed
Give the stone the breath it needs
Your compass dial is cracked and old
It shivers in the biting cold
The temple walls are carved in slate
You stand alone beside the gate
Turn the needle, find the way
Wait for gold in morning gray
Sift the soil and plant the seed
Give the stone the breath it needs
Like *Primula* in frozen clay
You hope the frost will melt away
You touch the lichen on the wall
And wait for ancient bells to call
Turn the needle, find the way
Wait for gold in morning gray
Sift the soil and plant the seed
Give the stone the breath it needs
Heavy packs and leather straps
Mapping out the hidden gaps
Digging deep in frozen loam
Finding where the spirits roam
The northern wind begins to blow
Across the drifts of heavy snow
You keep the watch with steady eyes
Until the sleeping mountain rise
Turn the needle, find the way
Wait for gold in morning gray
Sift the soil and plant the seed
Give the stone the breath it needs
Deep in the dirt, the root will hold.
The needle turns. The story's told.
