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Dark Southern Folk & Blues | The Craftsman's Dirge - GHOST OF THE SOUTH
They shuttered the forge
The anvil's gone cold
The whetstone's worn thin
The story goes old
A man used to matter by the work of his hands
Now it's all hollow built quick on the sand
Who will hold the line when the seams start to fray
Who will build it strong when the strong walk away
How long can we barter what we can't replace
How long till the soul of the trade is erased
The tailor shears hang their edges dull down
The cobbler's bench empty his tools left the town
The saw bites no lumber the joiner's in debt
We trade time for cheapness a choice we'll regret
They whisper of progress of faster of more
But what's left behind when they lock the shop door
Who will hold the line when the seams start to fray
Who will build it strong when the strong walk away
How long can we barter what we can't replace
How long till the soul of the trade is erased
I remember the way of a thing built to last
The care in the crafting the ties to the past
But the world runs on numbers not pride in the cast
What we save in the moment the future pays fast