Monteleone

                                  The chisels are calling

It's time to make sawdust

Steely reminders of things left to do

Monteleone

A mandolin's waiting for you



My finger plane's working

Gentle persuasion

I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing



Monteleone

Your new one and only will ring

Monteleone

Your new one and only will ring



The rain on the window

The snow on the gravel

The seasons go by to the songs in the wood



Too quick or too careless

It all could unravel

It so easily could



The chisels are calling

It's back for an encore

Back to the shavings that cover the floor



Monteleone

A call for more

Monteleone

A call for more