Creek Bank Bench

[Intro] (Strum of acoustic guitar, soft harmonica hum) [Verse 1] I hauled this old bench from the creek bank mud Rain-softened the planks, split right down the grain Nailed it back tight with scraps from a rusted can Set it where the pines let the sunshine strain Moss still clings to the leg where the water sat A few cracked nails hold the story it’s at I wiped off the muck with a frayed wool hat Now it waits for the wind to talk back [Chorus] Oh, this old bench with the splintered seat Got a few new scars but it’s still complete Sunlight weaves through the pine’s rough sheet Sings the song of the things we meet [Verse 2] Found a chipped mug, left by some hiker’s hand Filled it with clover where the honeybees land Sat down slow, felt the grain dig my palm Watched a bluejay steal a sunflower’s charm Creek gurgles low, tells tales of the flood That dragged this old bench from the old oak’s wood Now it’s home where the warm light could Chase the chill from the days that stood [Chorus] Oh, this old bench with the splintered seat Got a few new scars but it’s still complete Sunlight weaves through the pine’s rough sheet Sings the song of the things we meet [Bridge] Don’t need no polish, don’t need no shine Just the wind’s soft hum and the sun’s warm sign Every crack’s a page, every nail’s a line Of the life that’s been, and the life that’s mine [Outro] (Acoustic guitar fade, harmonica lingers) I’ll sit here ‘til the moon takes the sun’s retreat On this old bench with the splintered seat