Monteleone

The chisels are calling, it's time to make sawdust
Steely reminders of things left to do
Monteleone, a mandolin's waiting for you

My fingerplane's working, gentle persuasion
I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing

Monteleone, your new one and only will ring
Monteleone, your new one and only will ring

The rain on the window, the snow on the gravel
The seasons go by to the songs in the wood

Too quick or too careless
It all could unravel, it so easily could

The chisels are calling, it's back for an encore
Back to the shavings that cover the floor

Monteleone, they're calling for you
Monteleone, they're calling for you