Lyrics

Tune up the strings, rosin the bow
It'll sing if you touch it just right
And you can almost feel In the kerosene glow
Our ancestors dancing with us tonight

Dust off the old tunes, there's life in 'em still
Sun-kissed, new grist for the old mill

Plant in the spring, gather in fall
Cellars full of jars and brown-bagged seeds
This land's got food and work for us all
If you like flowers, gotta pull some weeds

Dust off the old ways, there's life in 'em still
Sun-kissed, new grist for the old mill
Bluebird days, wood for the stove
Your company and all that time makes
Summer dancing all the sweeter
Hearing creek music and drinking sunshine

Dust off your old boots, there's life in 'em still
Sun-kissed, new grist for the old mill

The old struggle, again begun
Learning to sing our healing songs
Learning that we are the very ones
We've been waiting for all along

Dust off your old dreams, there's life in 'em still
Sun-kissed, new grist for the old mill

Scott Cook