Song Description

Taken from the 2012 album, Fires of Home by Rosedale Crossing. Full band and album details available at www.rosedalecrossing.com.

Lyrics

Deep held the fires of home
Restless desires, unsown
Ranging the hills alone
He waits

The snow in moonlight shines
Above the mountain pine
Silence and shadows hide
His face, his face

Peace, in deep and dreamless sleep
Nothing warms him like the fires of home
No, nothing warms him like the fires of home
Too late to change his stars, the past is gone
So nothing warms him like the fires of home

But in the morning he's a different man completely
There's a purpose to his actions, the fire burns more discreetly
No emotion in his eyes, just a simple sense of nearing the end

Across the river lies a town named Hallelujah
Where the priest takes no confession from the man upon the corner
The church bells have been silent since the bloody revolution of the west

The bridge creaks out a welcome with 100 years of malice
His footsteps echo louder as his hands begin to practice
The dawn is getting stronger as the ravens start to circle overhead

The light is getting brighter, it's breaking the horizon
It's falling through the doorway of the motel on the sidings
And Hope is just a name now, as certainty assumes full command

Stryan, stryan, fate has come as mistress, to those who won't receive her as a friend
Stryan, stryan, come bear me a witness, we are watching the beginning of the end