We've got old soles, everyone knows
When we step out in the snow, under the moon
We can feel it in our toes
We've got old soles and everybody knows
Our ancestors all talk the same talk
Up and down the same blocks
When that old whistle blows
Our house has old bones, inside we retire
Leave our days back on the road
Put a kettle on the stove
Warm our feet by the winter fire
Our house has old bones, our hearts' old desire
Heavier but sturdier, what living life can do to ya
Going on, the flame gets tired
Every year for the holidays
The city feels like a little town
It's enough just to share a smile
Keep a stranger from feeling down
Try to pay some mind when we're standing in line
When this time of year rolls around
Pray for peace, for the loved ones passed over
Keep our feet closer to the ground
We've got old soles, everyone knows
When we step out in the snow, under the moon
We can feel it in our toes
We've got old soles and everybody knows
Our ancestors all talk the same talk
Up and down the same blocks
When that old whistle blows
Portland singer/songwriter delivers a gorgeous Christmas EP, fashioned in the lush style of classics by Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2020