Album Name : Tales from the Barrel House
Release Date : 2012-04-01
Song Duration : 4:26
Seth Lakeman Blacksmith's Prayer
My fire extinct,
My forge decayed,
By the side of my bench,
My old vice is laid.
My anvil and hammer,
Lie gathering dust,
My powerful bellows,
Have lost their thrust.
Hearts now cased in steel,
To a blacksmith's prayer I will kneel.
Those burning sparks,
They scorched the dirt,
They lit the sky,
And fell to the earth.
I smelt and forged,
Fused and bent,
I dug the core,
Now my years are spent.
Hearts now cased in steel,
To a blacksmith's prayer I will kneel.
Salt, sweat and steam,
It came trickling down,
My labour's love,
Now rest in the ground.
Sharp nails and chained,
Spike, rings and blades,
They all reside,
In a world handmade.
Hearts now cased in steel,
To a blacksmith's prayer I will kneel.
So hard it was to rest it on the ground.
So hard it was to sleep without a sound.
So hard without the smoke,
Those fingers around my throat,
So hard it was to lay my body down.
So hard without the smoke,
Those fingers around my throat,
So hard it was to lay my body down.
My fire extinct,
My forge decayed,
By the side of my bed,
These words are laid.
Burnt brittle hands,
Lie gathering dust,
My pounding soul has lost its thrust.
Hearts now cased in steel,
To a blacksmith's prayer I will kneel.