(Verse 1) The mist rolls in where the valley lies, Cold as a whisper, sharp as a knife. Morning light paints the mountain gold, But the reaper walks where the story’s told. (Chorus) Oh, the wheel keeps turnin’, the river runs deep, No one’s safe when the reapers reap. Sunrise burns, but the shadow stays, Another name, another grave. (Verse 2) They say the fields once bloomed so bright, Songs were sung in the silver light. Now the wind carries fear and pain, A mother’s cry in the pourin’ rain. (Chorus) Oh, the wheel keeps turnin’, the river runs deep, No one’s safe when the reapers reap. Sunrise burns, but the shadow stays, Another name, another grave. (Bridge) And the crow calls out from the sycamore tree, Knows the names that the cold wind keeps. Footsteps echo down the hollow way, A march to fate, no voice to pray. (Final Chorus) Oh, the wheel keeps turnin’, the river runs deep, No one’s safe when the reapers reap. Sunrise burns, but the shadow stays, Another name, another grave. (Outro – softly, almost whispered) The mist rolls back where the valley lies, Cold as a whisper, sharp as a knife.
