JK Nick Nichols

Lyrics

Old Wood Shavings
(c) 2014
Nicholsworth LLC Music Publishing
A Nicholsworth of Music Publishing
ASCAP/SESAC

VERSE
The old man--Sitting in his rocking chair
A seasoned edge before him--old wood shavings lying there
He told me of the old ways--as he whittled with his knife
And with each stroke his words helped carve the pathway of my life

VERSE
A young man of the mountains--he earned an honest wage
Working in the cotton mills 'till he reached the mellowed age
But when I touch the image--of his old and wrinkled hands
It's not a mill-man that I see--just a kind and loving friend

CHORUS
Old wood shavings
They're falling on the floor
Another conversation of
The boy and his mentor
Old wood shavings
Will soon be swept away
To sow the seeds of retrospect
On the fields of younger days

VERSE
He was a master craftsman--and a patient engineer
In the workshop of compassion--where he labored through the years
He shared with me his wisdom--and he sang with me life's song
And pointed out the ways--of understanding right from wrong

VERSE
Now with the passing seasons--other duties called my name
My time with him diminished--but the bond remained the same
So I packed up all my music--and the stories he would tell
And went searching for some answers-In a life of wishing wells

REPEAT CHORUS

TAG
To sow the seeds of retrospect
On the fields of younger days