[Intro] [Spoken Word / Pickup Line] "Well, welcome back, all you dancing souls... Step closer and let’s share a quiet dance tonight, in memory of the old ironworks that forged this land." [Acoustic guitar strums, low bass drone, weeping pedal steel, warm tempo starts] [Verse 1] Walls made of slag stone mirrored and deep Down where the silent dark waters now sleep The trip hammer rested its heavy iron head The foundry is quiet, the furnace is dead [Verse 2] The timbered coal houses stand hollow and bare Facing the chill of the autumn night air And early white frost bites into the seams Of brickwork and mortar, of forgotten dreams [Chorus] [Full band swell, crying pedal steel, soaring vocal harmonies] When the fire died out at the Engelsberg forge Cold iron gripped tight to the slag in the gorge A world heritage resting in the arms of the pine Where history whispers the name of the mine! [Interlude - Pedal Steel Solo] [Verse 3] The steam railway cut past the reed and the shore Along the dark waters of Hennicke Lake Where painters once lingered to capture the hue Of cold northern depths in their canvas of blue [Bridge - Spoken Word over gentle Telecaster notes] "Nineteen-nineteen... That was the winter the hearth went out for good. The forge grew cold, but the memory still breathes through the stone." [Guitar Solo - Telecaster Twang with vintage slapback] [Chorus] [Maximum dynamic swell, rich layered vocals, soaring steel guitar] When the fire died out at the Engelsberg forge Cold iron gripped tight to the slag in the gorge A world heritage resting in the arms of the pine Where history whispers the name of the mine! [Outro] [Pedal steel and acoustic fade out into soft drone] Rest by the lake... Rest in silent sleep... In the deep. [End]
