The Word Under the Timber

Verse 1

Green paint on my fingers in the summer of '74

Fourteen years and nothing else worth keeping anymore

I wrote a word down low behind the stacked up wood

Where only morning light and spiders understood

Pre-Chorus

And the winters came and the summers went

They never knew what the timber meant

Chorus

Time doesn't touch what's written good

It only waits till it's found and blessed

The wall can fall and the years can roam

But love keeps spelling through the rest

Verse 2

Aunt Maria's kitchen and the four boys running wild

Me with a borrowed brush like a quiet, stubborn child

Tucked under the beams where nobody thought to look

A sentence that outlived the fever of that cook

Pre-Chorus

And the leaves turned brown and the long roads bent

They never knew what the timber kept

Chorus

Time doesn't touch what's written good

It only waits till it's found and blessed

The wall can fall and the years can roam

But love keeps spelling through the rest

Bridge

Fifty years a whisper in the grain

Fifty years a promise held in rain

Now my voice goes farther than the street

From the summer kitchen to the seven seas

Chorus

Time doesn't touch what's written good

It only waits till it's found and blessed

The wall can fall and the years can roam

But love keeps spelling through the rest

Love keeps spelling through the rest