Cold wind bites through my wool coat sleeve
Wait for the winter air to leave
Grey sky turns to a purple hue
Old paint peeling, a faded blue
The current slows to a steady beat
Where the frozen river and garden meet
Wooden boat guards the apple tree
Waiting for the ice to set it free
Sleeping deep in the powdered white
Guarding the orchard through the night
I've driven miles through city grit
Now I find a quiet place to sit
Cedar planks hold a heavy load
Far away from the midnight road
The current slows to a steady beat
Where the frozen river and garden meet
Wooden boat guards the apple tree
Waiting for the ice to set it free
Sleeping deep in the powdered white
Guarding the orchard through the night
Frosty branches bend low to the ground
Not a single one of one of a sound
Iron oars locked in a frozen grip
Slowing down every steady trip
Wooden boat guards the apple tree
Waiting for the ice to set it free
Sleeping deep in the powdered white
Guarding the orchard through the night
Bare wood drinks in the winter dew
Watching the season start anew
Patience is a trade I learned long ago
Walking steady through the heavy snow
Wooden boat guards the apple tree
Waiting for the ice to set it free
Sleeping deep in the powdered white
Guarding the orchard through the night
Just a boat in the white.
Stay still.
Hold the line.
