Instrumental intro] [Acoustic Guitar] [Flute] [Sound of flowing water] [Verse 1] [Soft Voice] [Folk Style] The river whispers secrets to the mossy stones The wooden wheel is sleeping, chilled to the bones But in the creak of timber, in the dust of grain I hear the ancient voices calling out my name [Chorus] [Melodic] [Warm] The spirit of the mill, a ghost of golden days A memory of ancestors lost in time's gray haze It's breathing in the shadows, it's living in the wood A legacy of labor, misunderstood [Verse 2] [Rhythmic] [Acoustic] My grandfather's shadow still walks across the floor I find his heavy footsteps by the heavy door The stones have stopped their turning, the flour's blown away But the spirit of the lineage is here to stay [Bridge] [Violin Solo] [Emotional] [Building Up] Turn the wheel of history, let the water flow Roots are reaching deeper than we'll ever know From the earth to heaven, through the iron and pine The blood of those before me is running into mine [Chorus] [Powerful] [Harmonies] The spirit of the mill, a ghost of golden days A memory of ancestors lost in time's gray haze It's breathing in the shadows, it's living in the wood A legacy of labor, misunderstood [Outro] [Slow Flute] [Sound of water fading] Still turning... In my heart... The spirit of the mill... [End]
