Warm As The Gold

[Verse 1]
Frost on the shovel
Ice in my beard
Campfire dying
Whiskey gone weird
Wind cuts through canvas
Names every bone
Your picture in my pocket
The only thing warm
[Chorus]
I keep digging in this hard ground
Chasing little flecks of hope
Every strike I see your face
In the lantern glow
You’re praying that I make it
Through the dark and through the snow
I’m out here in the cold
Love
So our house can feel like gold
[Verse 2]
Your letters get crumpled
From wearing ’em thin
You write about the garden
And the leaky roof again
You say you hear the hillside
In every creak at night
You count my promises
Instead of sheep ’til light
[Chorus]
I keep digging in this hard ground
Chasing little flecks of hope
Every strike I see your face
In the lantern glow
You’re praying that I make it
Through the dark and through the snow
I’m out here in the cold
Love
So our house can feel like gold
[Bridge]
You say
“Riches can’t replace you
I don’t need a shining throne
Just come back with all your fingers
And a heartbeat of your own”
I fold your fears like laundry
Set ’em by the fire inside
Swear to every star above
I’ll make it back alive (oh I’ll make it back alive)
[Verse 3]
Tracks in fresh powder
Axe on my back
A burlap sack heavy
Tugging the strap
Cabin light flickers
Through the pines and the cold
Your silhouette in the doorway
Pulling me home
[Chorus]
I’m done digging in that hard ground
I brought more than just this load
Every mile I walked back down
I was letting go
You’re crying as you hold me
Say I feel like I’m still snowed
I press your hands around that bag
It’s finally warm as the gold

Warm acoustic folk with male vocals; close-miked guitar and upright bass, soft brushed snare. Verses stay intimate and storytelling, chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a bright fiddle line. Subtle organ pad in the bridge, final chorus swells then falls to a single guitar and voice on the last line., warm