Lyrics

[Verse]
Down at the quarry, where the limestone's gray,
Caleb Clary's out working, it's another long day.
Since Luke left home, he's been on his own,
Just a young boy now, but how he's grown.

[Verse 2]
Luke had taught him well, every rock and stone,
Showed him the ropes before he was gone.
Now Caleb's hands strong with every swing,
In that dusty quarry, he’s found his wings.

[Chorus]
Oh, Caleb Clary, working till the daylight fades,
Swinging that pickaxe in the rolling glades.
Luke might be gone, but his spirit remains,
In the heart of Caleb, working through the strains.

[Verse 3]
Morning's light finds him before the dawn,
Feet on the cold ground, boots are worn.
The rhythm of work, it's an old, soothing song,
That keeps him pushing, keeps moving along.

[Verse 4]
The canyon echoes with his steady breath,
Each stone he lifts, he fears he might break.
But Caleb knows what it takes to be strong,
In the quarry's silence, he can’t go wrong.

[Chorus]
Oh, Caleb Clary, working till the daylight fades,
Swinging that pickaxe in the rolling glades.
Luke might be gone, but his spirit remains,
In the heart of Caleb, working through the strains.