歌词
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, I'm a spark chaser, a midnight rider,
In this world of molten fire, I'm a glider.
With my hood down low and my gloves on tight,
I'm forging dreams in the dark of the night.
[Chorus]
I'm a steel string strummer, a metal bender,
In the symphony of sparks, I'm the lead fender.
With my torch as my sword and my helmet as my crown,
I'm the king of the workshop, where the flames abound.
[Chorus]
I'm a steel string strummer, a metal bender,
In the symphony of sparks, I'm the lead fender.
With my torch as my sword and my helmet as my crown,
I'm the king of the workshop, where the flames abound.
[Verse 2]
From dawn till dusk, I dance with the heat,
With every bead I lay, my craft's complete.
From the arc's sweet hum to the sizzle's song,
I'm weaving tales of strength, both sturdy and strong.
[Chorus]
I'm a steel string strummer, a metal bender,
In the symphony of sparks, I'm the lead fender.
With my torch as my sword and my helmet as my crown,
I'm the king of the workshop, where the flames abound.
[Bridge]
Though the road may be rough and the hours long,
I find my solace in the welder's song.
For in every joint and every seam,
Lies the mark of my toil, my fervent dream.
[Verse 2]
From dawn till dusk, I dance with the heat,
With every bead I lay, my craft's complete.
From the arc's sweet hum to the sizzle's song,
I'm weaving tales of strength, both sturdy and strong.
[Chorus]
I'm a steel string strummer, a metal bender,
In the symphony of sparks, I'm the lead fender.
With my torch as my sword and my helmet as my crown,
I'm the king of the workshop, where the flames abound.
[Outro]
So, here's to the welder, the maker of fire,
In the chaos of life, he's the true troubadour.
With a steady hand and a heart that's true,
He welds his path, beneath skies of blue.
