[Intro: Power-metal male lead, wailing over harmonized guitars] Bellows breathe and the coals go white Fifty years I struck the iron right [Verse 1: Power-metal male lead, stage-filling, galloping guitars] Fifty winters at the anvil where the valley road comes down Every hinge on every door and every nail in town Now my arm is slow and shakin' and my beard is goin' gray And there's no one in the village who will learn the trade, they say Then a girl with sooty fingers stands each mornin' at my door Village laughs, "A girl at the anvil, what's she hammerin' for?" [Pre-Chorus: Power-metal male lead, wailing, rumbling bass] I said, "Lift it," and she couldn't Then she lifted it again Three summers at the fire And her arm was made of iron then [Chorus: Power-metal male lead, full-throated, blistering kick and snare] Strike it while it's hot Every chance you get is the only one you've got Iron's glowin' orange, so don't you stop and doubt Strike it while it's hot [Verse 2: Power-metal male lead, stage-filling, harmonized guitars] Ilse at the anvil and the sparks fly in her hair Every blow a little truer, every season she is there Then the river takes the bridge in the floods of early spring And the valley needs new iron, every bolt and every ring Elders come to me with gold and hats held in their hands I put my hammer in her fist and say, "She's the one, understand" [Pre-Chorus: Power-metal male lead, wailing, rumbling bass] I said, "Lift it," and she couldn't Then she lifted it again Three summers at the fire And her arm was made of iron then [Chorus: Power-metal male lead, full-throated, blistering kick and snare] Strike it while it's hot Every chance you get is the only one you've got Iron's glowin' orange, so don't you stop and doubt Strike it while it's hot [Bridge: Power-metal male lead, blast-beat eruption, the drums exploding under the guitars] Hammer up and hammer down Sparks are flyin' through the town Ring it, ring it, ring it true Fifty years, I hand them all to you [Verse 3: Power-metal male lead, wailing, guitars galloping] Bridge stands up by summer with her mark on every bolt First cart rolls across it and the river takes the jolt I sit on the bench outside and listen to her ring Sweetest sound a tired old man has ever heard her sing [Final Chorus: Power-metal male lead, full-throated, full band] Strike it while it's hot Every chance you get is the only one you've got Iron's glowin' orange, so don't you stop and doubt Strike it while it's hot [End]
