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The Mercury Low (Lyric)

Copyright © Timberline Tales™ "The Mercury Low" celebrates the stark beauty of winter by contrasting the freezing outdoors with the cozy, steady warmth of a home. Instead of fearing the cold, the song embraces the season as a time for peaceful rest and sharp mental clarity. ****** The world held its breath while we were sleeping Painted silver lace upon the window pane There’s a silence that the heavy snow is keeping Washing out the noise and the gray of the rain Now the sun cuts through the middle of the cedar Turning every frozen branch into a chandelier I don’t need a map, and I don’t need a leader Just the crunch of the boots and the air so clear. So let the mercury fall down low We’ve got a woodstove heart and a steady glow It’s not the ending of the year, you see It’s just the earth resting peacefully Yeah, the cold is good for clarity In this white and quiet symphony. Wrap the wool around your neck a little tighter Watch your breath make ghosts against the blue Everything looks just a little bit brighter When the landscape starts again as something new The river’s made of glass but it’s rushing underneath Alive and awake in the dark and the deep There’s a promise in the frost and the laurel wreath That the seeds are only waking while they sleep. So let the mercury fall down low We’ve got a woodstove heart and a steady glow It’s not the ending of the year, you see It’s just the earth resting peacefully Yeah, the cold is good for clarity In this white and quiet symphony. Some folks run chasing the July heat Scared of the shadows and the shorter days But there’s a rhythm in the slow, a much steadier beat When you lose yourself inside the winter haze Let the long night come, let the stars distinct Shine harder than they ever did in June. So let the mercury fall down low We’ve got a woodstove heart and a steady glow It’s not the ending of the year, you see It’s just the earth resting peacefully Yeah, the cold is good for clarity In this white and quiet symphony. Keep the kettle on. Let the frost hold on. We’re right where we belong. ****** Created with: https://suno.com/@timberlinetales Credits to: CapCut