Текст песни
Morning lifts the dust from the old fence rail
Warm light rolls where the river runs pale
I keep your laugh in the cedar leaves
A little tune that the good day keeps
When the road bends back and the shadows grow
I let the small drum in my heart beat slow
Every worn-out sign, every stone I know
Points me home, points me home
Keep a lamp in the window
Keep a song by the door
Let the sun on the hillside
Find us once more
We are not lost in the weather
We are not ash in the rain
When the old road remembers
It calls our name
Pocket full of seeds and a hand-me-down key
Old boots tapping out time with me
Bass line walks like a patient friend
Round the bend where the bright fields end
For a while the sky went quiet
For a while I lost my way
But the root held under winter
And the dawn kept one small flame
Now the low clouds lift like curtains
Now the garden answers clear
What we loved was never vanished
It was waiting to be near
Keep a lamp in the window
Keep a song by the door
Let the sun on the hillside
Find us once more
We are not lost in the weather
We are not ash in the rain
When the old road remembers
It calls our name
