LYRICS

STAND-UP STOVE

I walked twelve miles of the ridge-line trail With the sun fadin' out like a ghost on the gale My boots were heavy and my spirit was thin Lookin' for a place where the comfort begins I didn't want a bonfire to light up the night I didn't need a beacon of flicker and light I just found a cedar, stood tall as a man And I carved out a little bit of peace in my hand

She’s my stand-up stove, she’s my hearth on the hill While the rest of the mountain is quiet and still Burnin' from the heartwood, cozy and deep A promise that a woodsman is aimin' to keep Just a single dry log and a tin cup of tea Is all of the world that is needed by me

I remember my granddad, back in forty-four He’d sit in the shade by the smokehouse door He said, "Son, you don't need to burn down the woods To cook up your beans and to keep what is good Just find you the center and let it breathe free The fire’s a friend, not an enemy" So I sat by that log while the stars started peekin' And listened to the song that the timber was speakin'

The top stayed flat for my old metal pan The easiest supper for a wanderin' man No chasin' the embers, no feedin' the flame Just a steady old glow that didn't need a name A bit of the "know-how" goes a long, long way.


She’s my stand-up stove, she’s my hearth on the hill While the rest of the mountain is quiet and still Burnin' from the heartwood, cozy and deep A promise that a woodsman is aimin' to keep Just a single dry log and a tin cup of tea Is all of the world that is needed by me