The iron hull cuts through the gray
The salt spray washes out the day
He steers the wheel with steady hand
Too far away from solid land
White orchard light on frozen ground
A golden beam where peace is found
The tugboat swings its heavy glare
Cutting through the winter air
The apple trees are dressed in white
Cold branches shaking in the night
A heavy mist begins to fall
Against the harbor's granite wall
White orchard light on frozen ground
A golden beam where peace is found
The tugboat swings its heavy glare
Cutting through the winter air
The diesel engine hums a beat
The winter air is sharp and neat
He watches how the colors blend
Where the river meets the bend
White orchard light on frozen ground
A golden beam where peace is found
The tugboat swings its heavy glare
Cutting through the winter air
Steel cables pull the heavy weight
The hour grows and it is late
He burns the oil to keep it bright
Turning black water into light
The frost is thick on every leaf
The winter season is too brief
He turns the switch to dim the glow
While the frozen currents flow
White orchard light on frozen ground
A golden beam where peace is found
The tugboat swings its heavy glare
Cutting through the winter air
White orchard light
White orchard light
Cutting through the air
(Gang claps)