Intro
Tin box on the mantel, three generations of soot
Grandfather's kiln smoke still stuck to the roof
Some men leave letters, some men leave land
I got a jar of ashes from a dead man's hand
Verse
Grandfather burned the hillside slow, twelve days a mound
Covered it in turf and clay so the fire stayed bound
Watched it like a coffin that could wake if it breathed
One crack in the seal and the whole thing goes to grief
Lost his brother to the smoke in the winter of forty-three
Said the lungs give out slow, like a debt with no fee
Buried him in the clearing where the charcoal used to steam
Kept a tin of the ashes, called it his brother's dream
Passed it to my father when the trade moved to the mill
Furnace fed on coke now but the scars stayed still
Palms cracked like riverbeds from the heat and the tongs
Said the fire don't forgive you, it just teaches you the song
I was seven when I first held the bellows in my hand
Nine when I learned ash could turn to iron, iron to land
Now I run the forge alone, same fire, same creed
Every ember that I stoke pays a debt I didn't need
Chorus
Every fire that he lost turned to ash in his hand
Every ash that he swept built the ground where I stand
We don't bury the dead, we just burn them to plans
Ash and inheritance, that's the weight of the land
Verse
Foundry closed in eighty-nine, my father kept the flame
Built a forge out back and stamped his father's name
Sold horseshoes and hinges to the men who still rode
Said pride ain't in the money, it's in carrying the load
Watched the coal trucks stop coming, had to burn our own wood
Went back to the hillside method, did it like we should
Twelve days again, same turf, same clay, same prayer
Different century, same god waiting in the air
I qu