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Rolling On

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About

The Farne

Lyrics

Chorus

Nigh enough for pit waark

Rough edges but it’ll do

Steady hand and a keen eye

Not built by some new tool

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Verse 2

Hands blackened with honest time

Steel and sweat, I shape the grind

Every bolt, a quiet trust

Skill and judgment, what’s behind

Pre-Chorus

Settle in and take it slow

Good enough with what I know

Chorus

Nigh enough for pit waark

Rough edges but it’ll do

Steady hand and a keen eye

Not built by some new tool

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Bridge

Learned from the knuckle and bone

No shortcut down in the seam

Holding tight to what’s been shown

A patient craft runs deep

Chorus

Nigh enough for pit waark

Rough edges but it’ll do

Steady hand and a keen eye

Not built by some new tool

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Rolling on, rolling on

Outro

Lantern’s glow on battered stone

Hand-me-downs that never break

Every scar’s a badge I’ve earned

Learning slow, that’s all it takes

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Outro

Lantern’s glow on battered stone

Hand-me-downs that never break

Every scar’s a badge I’ve earned

Learning slow, that’s all it takes

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Outro

Lantern’s glow on battered stone

Hand-me-downs that never break

Every scar’s a badge I’ve earned

Learning slow, that’s all it takes

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Outro

Lantern’s glow on battered stone

Hand-me-downs that never break

Every scar’s a badge I’ve earned

Learning slow, that’s all it takes

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Final Chorus

Nigh enough for pit waark

Never perfect, always true

Patched boots and a steady draw

Done the only way I knew

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Rolling on, rolling on

Outro - Reprise

Lantern flickers, shift is done

Laughing lines around my eyes

Years of grit and quiet pride

Worth more than any prize

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Outro - Coda

Old coat draped on the rack

Tools lined where they belong

Sunrise cracks the coal dust air

Still humming that old song

Post-Chorus

Rolling on, rolling on

Final Line

Nigh enough for pit waark till dawn

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