Track Insight / Lyrics
I buff the calfskin till it glows
While the cold river water flows
You tend the ferns in damp clay pots
Tying the stems in careful knots
We watch the mist roll off the stream
A silver veil, a heavy dream
One hand on leather, one on root
The slow descent of winter fruit
Your Monera grows in the shade
Where the deep river currents fade
I stitch the sole with waxed nylon thread
While the pale morning light is spread
We watch the mist roll off the stream
A silver veil, a heavy dream
One hand on leather, one on root
The slow descent of winter fruit
The Latin names fall from your tongue
Where the old willow branches hung
I scrub the heel with a stiff brush
In the blue hour's sudden rush
The clock ticks fast on the wooden wall
The autumn leaves begin to fall
The river tide is rising high
Under a heavy pewter sky
We watch the mist roll off the stream
A silver veil, a heavy dream
One hand on leather, one on root
The slow descent of winter fruit
You prune the vines of a climbing rose
While the gray river valley glows
I polish boots for a distant walk
While the low wind begins to talk
We watch the mist roll off the stream
A silver veil, a heavy dream
One hand on leather, one on root
The slow descent of winter fruit
Buff the leather, prune the vine.
The river runs a silver line.
