The chisels are calling, it's time to make sawdust   Steely reminders of things left to do   Monteleone, a mandolin's waiting for you      My fingerplane's working, gentle persuasion   I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing      Monteleone, your new one and only will ring   Monteleone, your new one and only will ring      The rain on the window, the snow on the gravel   The seasons go by to the songs in the wood      Too quick or too careless   It all could unravel, it so easily could      The chisels are calling, it's back for an encore   Back to the shavings that cover the floor      Monteleone, they're calling for you   Monteleone, they're calling for you