Stoke the Amber

Intro

Oh

Ey-ey-oh

Ay-ay

Chorus

Stoke the amber

Fan the fever

Summon spirits of the mountain high

Red skirts turning

Bronze coins clicking

Lift our faces to the winter sky

The fathers watch us

The fathers see us

The fathers bless this circle we keep

Summon spirits

Stoke the amber

Now while all the valley lies asleep

Verse 1

Nails on wood

Loudly beating against the pine box rhythm

The fire licks the moon

Salted sweat dripping off your jawbone

Chorus

Stoke the amber

Fan the fever

Summon spirits of the mountain high

Red skirts turning

Bronze coins clicking

Lift our faces to the winter sky

The fathers watch us

The fathers see us

The fathers bless this circle we keep

Summon spirits

Stoke the amber

Now while all the valley lies asleep

Verse 2

Grandmother is laughing

A wild God sits beside the copper kettle

Gold on every finger

He drinks his wine and throws the glass down

Bridge

He came from the ridge

He came from the woods

He came from the dirt

We bow to the heat

We bow to the song

We bow to the ghosts

Chorus

Stoke the amber

Fan the fever

Summon spirits of the mountain high

Red skirts turning

Bronze coins clicking

Lift our faces to the winter sky

The fathers watch us

The fathers see us

The fathers bless this circle we keep

Summon spirits

Stoke the amber

Now while all the valley lies asleep