Intro

Verse 1

Cold rain gathers on the heather

You tie red thread around my wrist

The old road bends beside the water

I know the name I must not miss

Chorus

Carry me where the pine roots hold

Keep the old words warm and whole

Heel to earth, and hand to hand

I will remember this land

Verse 2

Your grandmother's carved wooden spindle

Turns slowly in the window light

She taught you songs for winter crossings

And how to greet the returning night