Lyrics
The wind got up around eight o'clock The window frame began to hum Then the fridge went quiet, the lamp went dark And the whole small flat was strangely numb I found a candle in the kitchen drawer A saucer and a box of matches, damp One little flame on the windowsill And the room grew round beneath its lamp The power went out at nine And the night came in so slow Just a candle and the rain on the glass And a gold light low I was not afraid of the dark at all I was only listening The power went out at nine And I heard the winter sing I pulled the blanket from the bed And sat down on the floor The street below was black as ink Not a single lit-up door Somewhere down the stairwell Someone laughed, a door swung wide A neighbour with a torch and tea Said, shall we sit inside The power went out at nine And the night came in so slow Just a candle and the rain on the glass And a gold light low I was not afraid of the dark at all I was only listening The power went out at nine And I heard the winter sing All the screens gone quiet All the humming in the walls I could hear my own heart breathing In the softly falling hall The power went out at nine And the night came in so slow Just a candle and the rain on the glass And a gold light low I was not afraid of the dark at all I was only listening The power went out at nine And I heard the winter sing Then the lamp came back at midnight But I let the candle burn Just a little while longer Before I let the dark return