The House on Elk Ridge
Alex Wilson
Description
"The House on Elk Ridge" is a poignant Americana ballad that tells the story of a weathered but resilient homestead, standing as a testament to family, memory, and the enduring spirit of home. Alex Wilson's heartfelt vocals, combined with the melancholic strains of fiddle and pedal steel, evoke a sense of nostalgia and longing for simpler times. The song explores themes of perseverance, the passage of time, and the quiet strength found in familiar spaces.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Up on Elk Ridge where the oak leaves fall, An old house creaks with the night’s soft call. Worn-out boards and a saggin’ porch rail, Holdin’ secrets in the wind’s soft wail. The roof still shelters, though the paint’s long gone, Doors creak low in the dusk’s lonesome song. Stories linger in the walls’ old grain, Of hearts that loved and bore their pain. Chorus The house on Elk Ridge, it’s standin’ tall, Echoes whisper through its weathered hall. With a roof that holds and a lock that’s true, It guards the past where the memories grew. Through the dust of time, it’s still got a soul, The house on Elk Ridge, it’s callin’ folks home. Verse 2 A Bible rests on a shelf by the door, Pages brittle from the years before. A locket’s chain, all rusted and worn, Holds a photograph, faded and torn. The floors still creak where the old folks walked, Their laughter’s caught where the shadows talk. Each room’s a chapter, each crack’s a line, In a tale of kin and the march of time. Chorus The house on Elk Ridge, it’s standin’ tall, Echoes whisper through its weathered hall. With a roof that holds and a lock that’s true, It guards the past where the memories grew. Through the dust of time, it’s still got a soul, The house on Elk Ridge, it’s callin’ folks home. Instrumental Break (Fiddle and pedal steel trade lonesome lines, a call-and-response that carries the weight of untold stories, building a quiet ache before easing back into the verse.) Verse 3 The hearth’s gone cold, but the chimney’s strong, Waitin’ for fire to sing its song. Starlight slips through the window’s old frame, Lightin’ dreams that still call its name. The walls hold tight to the joys and the tears, A lifetime’s weight through the passin’ years. On Elk Ridge, it stands, proud and alone, A monument carved in timber and stone. Bridge No need to ask what the shadows keep, Or why the floorboards moan in their sleep. A spark in the hearth could warm it again, Let the old house breathe and the healin’ begin. The smoke might rise and carry off the pain, Leavin’ room for hope in the mornin’ rain. Chorus The house on Elk Ridge, it’s standin’ tall, Echoes whisper through its weathered hall. With a roof that holds and a lock that’s true, It guards the past where the memories grew. Through the dust of time, it’s still got a soul, The house on Elk Ridge, it’s callin’ folks home. Outro Here’s to the house that’s faced every storm, On Elk Ridge, its heart’s still warm. Elk Ridge, Elk Ridge, its heart’s still warm. Elk Ridge, Elk Ridge, it's callin' folks home.