Track Insight / Lyrics
Your boots echo on Beacon Hill stone
Maple leaves scatter where you've grown
Glass arches hold the fading sun
You water rows before the run
You tend the green where bricks make room
Autumn light filters through the gloom
Roots drink deep in borrowed loam
Brick & bloom, you call it home
Damp air carries loam and copper pipe
Ferns unfurl in cathedral stripe
Condensation beads on century grout
You prune the dead, you scout the sprout
You tend the green where bricks make room
Autumn light filters through the gloom
Roots drink deep in borrowed loam
Brick & bloom, you call it home
Your breath makes clouds like choir exhale
Old Latin chords beneath the veil
You hum the Kyrie in the damp
Each note a seed, each pause a lamp
Winter waits at Charles River bend
The frost bites hard but cannot end
This vaulted floor holds steady heat
You make the dark soil sweet
You tend the green where bricks make room
Autumn light filters through the gloom
Roots drink deep in borrowed loam
Brick & bloom, you call it home
Generations walked these bricks above
Unknowing of the greenhouse love
You stitch the seasons underground
Where silence hums a sacred sound
You tend the green where bricks make room
Autumn light filters through the gloom
Roots drink deep in borrowed loam
Brick & bloom, you call it home
October wind rattles iron grate
You celebrate the early late
A tomato ripens, red and round
The sweetest fruit in Boston town
You tend the green where bricks make room
Autumn light filters through the gloom
Roots drink deep in borrowed loam
Brick & bloom, you call it home
Brick & bloom beneath the street
Your quiet harvest stays complete