Track 6 of the album The Pier Is Shut Till Easter · 2025
The Hairpin Bends Know My Name
“My father drove this road before me, hands steady on the wheel. Now I take the hairpins slowly, and I think of him at every one.”
acoustic · road folk · family acoustic · 3:40
Lyrics
My father drove this road before me Hands steady on the wheel Every bend a story he would tell Every rock a thing he'd feel Now I take the climb on a morning clear With his old map on the seat The valley drops away behind And the air is cold and sweet The hairpin bends know my name They lean me left and then they lean me right I've been this way in other years And I'm coming up again tonight The hairpin bends know my name Drive me gently to the height I carry him in every turn And the road is holding tight A café sits at the highest pass With a stove and a tin of cake I order what he always did And I don't know why my hands shake The hairpin bends know my name They lean me left and then they lean me right I've been this way in other years And I'm coming up again tonight The hairpin bends know my name Drive me gently to the height I carry him in every turn And the road is holding tight Up at the top, the whole world lies Folded in blue and gold I say a few words to the wind And it feels like being told The hairpin bends know my name They lean me left and then they lean me right I've been this way in other years And I'm coming up again tonight The hairpin bends know my name Drive me gently to the height I carry him in every turn And the road is holding tight The road is holding tight Holding tight