[verse one] In the cold hush of the morning, where the river meets the pine, I move through wet brown meadows, my breath thin in the line. The wind drags up old trouble from the leaves piled on the ground, And every step feels heavier than the black river’s low sound. [verse two] The sun slips through the branches, pale behind a pane of frost, Old memories come back bitter in the November edge of dawn. A lone bird cuts the silence, then vanishes through the trees, And for a minute, I can breathe like the ache has eased in me. [chorus] Let the river run between us, let the pines stand bare and wide, Let the water stay dark moving while the banks go hard with ice. If I lose my way, I follow where that cold current pulls me by, Back to the cold hush of morning, where the river meets the pine. bridge] Through these old rooms, you stay with me, A hand on my back, a breath I know. No need for words, no grand goodbye, [verse three] I’ve left my boots by the doorway, mud still on the heel, And every road I thought was mine has shown me what I feel. If the house goes quiet after dusk, I won’t be quick to stay, I’ve learned the loneliest kind of peace can find me anyway. [chorus] Let the river run between us, let the pines stand bare and wide, Let the water stay dark moving while the banks go hard with ice. If I lose my way, I follow where that cold current pulls me by, Back to the cold hush of morning, where the river meets the pine. [outro] The river whispers softly, carrying all my days, The pines bow their tall heads, shadowing the fading haze. I walk through quiet fields, the frost beneath my feet, And in the hush of morning, my heart and the river meet.
