[Intro]

Verse 1

Before the daylight finds the smoke,

The whistle calls us once again.

Through iron gates and weathered stone,

We know the faces, know the names.

Hands remember every mark,

Every furnace, every flame.

Some are leaving, some remain,

Morning always looks the same.

Chorus

Turn the wheel and tend the fire,

Another day is forged in time.

Iron cools but memories stay,

Long after quitting time.

Verse 2

Tea grows cold beside the wall,

Voices fade beneath the din.

Years are counted not by clocks,

But by the shifts we've worked within.

Young men watch beyond the yard,

Wonder what the road might bring.

Older hands just smile and nod,

Knowing every changing thing.

Repeat ChorusWhen the furnace falls to black,

And silence fills the empty floor,

Tomorrow's whistle waits outside,

Just as it has done before.