The forest still glows where the old road ends
Where the anvil sings and the fire bends
His hammer falls like a judgment bell
Shaping fates only iron can tell
She came at dusk with a broken plow And
a wedding band she'd sworn not to vow
Fix what's cracked and I'll pay in time But
the smith knew the weight of unwritten rhymes
Oh,
strike while the iron's whispering hot
Some debts are paid in the fire's heart
The fiddle moans where the sparks take
flight Trading daylight for midnight's ride
Work the bellows,
fan the flame Some hearts are forged but never tamed
He quenched the steel in the miller's
stream Where lovers drown and widows dream
The water hissed like a spurned bride As
he shaped her plow with a craftsman's pride
Your payment's due when cuckoo calls He
said through the smoke-stained workshop
wall She left her ring in soot and brine
A silver ghost of borrowed time Oh,
strike while the iron's whispering hot
Some debts are paid in the fire's heart
The fiddle moans where the sparks take flight
Trading daylight for midnight's ride Work the bellows,
fan the flame
Some hearts are forged but never tamed
The village whispers of deals gone wrong
Of farmers' daughters who stayed too long
The anvil remembers each hurried kiss
Each bargain sealed in the midnight mist
The accordion wheezes a warning low
Some fires burn where no wind's blown
Now his forge stands cold by the crossroad's side
The hammer's still where the ivy twines
Her plow still turns the churchyard clay But
the smith walks roads where the lost souls stray
And some swear when the north wind
blows You can hear steel sing of the dead it owes