Cornerstone Kiss

The old barn rafters hummed a tune, a rhythm deep and low,
While the smell of pine and sawdust sweet, carried on the valley's flow.
We were spun around by Big Jim's fiddle, 'til my worn-out boots felt light,
Just a bunch of Honesdale's own, under the pale and rising moonlight.

Then your hand found mine, and the world just paused and swayed,
That barn dance kiss, a cornerstone, forever firmly laid.
Yeah, the fiddle sang a triumph, a plumb line straight and true,
And a brand new frame was built inside, all because of you.

Felt like every crooked nail in me, finally found its place,
Underneath those old rough-hewn beams, in that time-worn, sacred space.
Couldn't tell you what the song was, just the thrumming in my chest,
A silent blueprint for a life, puttin' my heart to the test.

Then your hand found mine, and the world just paused and swayed,
That barn dance kiss, a cornerstone, forever firmly laid.
Yeah, the fiddle sang a triumph, a plumb line straight and true,
And a brand new frame was built inside, all because of you.

I've seen city lights and highway signs, chased a dream or two,
But every single road led back to that barn and back to you.
A moment built of weathered wood, and a promise in the air,
Solid as the mountain stone, beyond compare.

That barn dance kiss, a cornerstone, still holding strong and true.
A brand new frame was built inside, all because of you.