[00:19.770]Drops tapping rhythm on the cedar bark[00:26.070]A solitary lantern glowing in the dark[00:33.870]Stirring cinnamon in a porcelain cup[00:39.270]Waiting for the heavy sky to open up.[00:47.010]Oh, the river’ s gonna wash the stone![00:52.830]No one’ s ever really standing all alone![00:59.910]They say sorrow is a winter gale[01:04.020]I’ m just mending up a broken sail![01:12.930]Iron kettle singing on the iron stove[01:30.000]Counting all the simple things I learned to love[01:36.120]Moss growing green on the northern side[01:42.810]Nothing left inside me that I need to hide.[01:49.410]And the choir sings soft in the back of my mind[01:52.650]Leaving all the heavy burdens far behind...[01:56.340]Oh, the river’ s gonna wash the stone![02:02.310]No one’ s ever really standing all alone![02:09.960]They say sorrow is a winter gale[02:13.560]I’ m just mending up a broken sail!