The Forge from Home Waters by Sam Carter

I grew up where the ground shook to the sound
Of the smith striking down on the anvil
And I saw my name in the furnace flame
When the day came to take up the mantle
Now I’ll stoke the fire, oh yes I’ll stoke the fire
And smoke will pour from the chimney
With a myth and a voice as my tools of choice
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me

Word gets around, I’m the talk of the town
’Cos 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
I’ll stoke the fire, oh yes I’ll stoke the fire
From far and wide they seek me
For a tale so sharp it could puncture the dark
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me

One line from me and the pauper’s king of all he sees
One line from me and the king’s swinging from the gallows tree

Now the smith’s hammer’s still and 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
I’ll stoke the fire, oh yes I’ll stoke the fire
Though the work will never be easy
Every true story told turns lead into gold
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me
Every true story told turns lead into gold
I’ll be down at the forge if you need me

• English folk
• Folk
• acoustic
• folk rock
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Sheffield