Track 4 of the EP The Greenhouse in November · 2026

The Lamp in the Study

“This is the closer because it's where the day ends for me now: evening coming in through the garden door and settling on the floor. It's the quietest thing I've ever put my name to.”

indie folk · lullaby folk · chamber folk · 4:10

Lyrics

The evening comes in through the garden door
And lays itself down on the study floor
I switch on the lamp with the faded shade
And the room turns gold where the dusk had stayed

A cup gone cold on the leather chair
A pencil mark on a page somewhere
The clock down the hall keeps a patient time
And I've got nowhere I need to climb

Oh, leave the lamp on, leave it low
There's a little light for the things we know
The words lie down and the day grows small
And the circle of gold is enough for all

My mother read in this very chair
With her glasses pushed up in her silver hair
She'd hum a tune she could never name
And turn the page, and it stayed the same

Oh, leave the lamp on, leave it low
There's a little light for the things we know
The words lie down and the day grows small
And the circle of gold is enough for all

Outside the dark leans on the pane
The first thin drops of autumn rain
But here the shelves hold up the night
And every spine is a window light

So leave the lamp on, leave it low
There's a little light for the things we know
The words lie down and the day grows small
And the circle of gold is enough for all

Leave the lamp on, leave it low
Let the quiet come and the quiet go