[00:12.18]The cedar barn is leaning south
[00:17.73]Like a word stuck in a quiet mouth
[00:24.60]The tools are hanging in their place
[00:28.95]But I only see the empty space
[00:36.00]I remember the silhouette against the sun
[00:40.14]The day was hard, the day was done
[00:43.50]Where you used to stand, before the frost
[00:46.95]Counting up the things we lost.
[00:51.78]Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
[00:56.52]Ithasn't moved since late last fall
[00:58.38]It’ s gathering dust, it’ s gathering rust
[01:01.44]Just like my heart, returning to dust.
[01:05.19]Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
[01:07.71]Ithasn't moved since late last fall
[01:10.95]You used to turn the hay to gold
[01:13.89]Now it’ s just a story, cold and old
[01:30.03]I remember the silhouette against the sun
[01:32.43]The day was hard, the day was done
[01:35.61]Where you used to stand, before the frost
[01:39.00]Counting up the things we lost.
[01:42.69]Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
[01:46.02]Ithasn't moved since late last fall
[01:48.90]It’ s gathering dust, it’ s gathering rust
[01:51.93]Just like my heart, returning to dust.
[01:55.71]Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
[01:59.25]Ithasn't moved since late last fall
[02:01.50]You used to turn the hay to gold
[02:03.72]Now it’ s just a story, cold and old

The cedar barn is leaning south
Like a word stuck in a quiet mouth
The tools are hanging in their place
But I only see the empty space
I remember the silhouette against the sun
The day was hard, the day was done
Where you used to stand, before the frost
Counting up the things we lost.
Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
Ithasn't moved since late last fall
It’ s gathering dust, it’ s gathering rust
Just like my heart, returning to dust.
Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
Ithasn't moved since late last fall
You used to turn the hay to gold
Now it’ s just a story, cold and old
I remember the silhouette against the sun
The day was hard, the day was done
Where you used to stand, before the frost
Counting up the things we lost.
Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
Ithasn't moved since late last fall
It’ s gathering dust, it’ s gathering rust
Just like my heart, returning to dust.
Oh, the Pitchfork resting on the wall
Ithasn't moved since late last fall
You used to turn the hay to gold
Now it’ s just a story, cold and old