Brad Martin - Waking the Beast lyrics

Yesterday's wind made the pipe bird sing. Haven't heard her since May. Mid October breathed a cool sigh - thirtysomethin' at dark thirty. Outside came in uninvited, while absent quilts don't care and the sun won't hurry. “Wake the beast and warm the maiden.” She's been asleep since March, but pine and oak berries do the trick - in her mouth on Dominoes boxes. I gave her a quick strike and cleared the area. Yawning, stretching, creaking, dinging, and crackling she slowly shakes her slumber and opens her eye. Sitting close in a mid century rocker, I smiled to be the first to welcome the creature who helps me pa** the gray days to come. Ten minutes peering through the window of her soul we warmed and waited, ready for the inevitable.