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 finger plane'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
A call for more
Monteleone
A call for more