The Forge - Sam Carter

I grew up where the ground
Shook to the sound
Of the smith striking steel on the anvil.
And I saw my name
In the furnace flame
When the day came to take up the mantle.
Oh, I’ll stoke the fire
Yes, I’ll stoke the fire.
And smoke will pull from the chimney.
With a myth and my voice
As my tools of choice
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me.
Well word gets around
And the talk in the town
Cause I know what the folks here are after.
Turn a phrase just right
And it catches the light
Like a blade in the hands of a master.
Oh, I’ll stoke the fire
Yes, I’ll stoke the fire.
From far and wide they seek me.
For the tale so sharp
It’ll puncture the dark
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me.
One line from me
And the paupers king of all he sees
One line from me
The king swingin’ from the gallows tree.
Now the smiths hammer still
From up on the hill
I can take in the sounds in the valley
Every mercy plea
Every curse on the breeze
Is a spark to the cinders inside me.
Oh, I’ll stoke the fire
Yes, I’ll stoke the fire.
Though the work will never be easy
Every true story told
Turns led into gold
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me.
Every true story told
Turns led into gold
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me.