As a chemistry major in college, one of the first things I learned was the myth of Alchemy: the conversion of other metals into gold. Though science has long known this to be impossible regarding the atomic building blocks of metals, I am convinced that when it comes to our souls there is a different truth.
AM – vocals, guitar
Terri Allard – harmony vocals
Alexander Mitchell - fiddle
Words & music A. McKnight, ©2004 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Skies are clearing, sun streams down
ice is breaking on cold hard ground
perfect geese point in northbound flight
no longer wish I may with all my might
The great storm passes, the flood subsides
all the treasures the tempest hides
precious metals long concealed
forged and tempered newly revealed
Chorus
When two elements bond, as they often do
what makes rare pairs magic, timeless and true
so if touches of silver, someday grace our faces,
there’s no place I’d rather be, than part of this alchemy
Verse 2
Flaring sparks fly on wildfire wind
is it peril or promise as flames rush in
two phoenix rising from smoldering seeds
hard shells gone, leaves just what love needs
Chorus
Fiddle solo
Verse 3
So put that last log, on the fire
let its fading glow warm our desires
we'll let those embers light our sleep
lay us down our dreams to keep
Chorus