Strings of Time

(ay-oh, ay-oh)

Steps on the red dirt

Listening to the wood speak

Under the wide sky (hummmm)

Oh,

the hands will play

And the wires will ring

Voices rise and drift away

(ay-oh, sing it out)

Strings made of silver

Skin stretched on hollow oak

Two worlds colliding

We hear the old ways

We feel the modern spark

Singing in the dark (oooh-aaah)

Oh, the hands will play

And the wires will ring

Voices rise and drift away

(ay-oh,

sing it out)

(ay-oh, ay-oh)