

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:11
No
2/6/2026