Track 8 of the album Windowsill Weather · 2019
Dear Whoever Finds This Page
by Wren Hallett
“I wrote this in pencil on yellow paper and folded it small, and then I recorded it as if somebody might find it. It felt like a message in a bottle.”
indie folk · diaristic folk · pastoral folk · 4:12
Lyrics
I wrote it in pencil on yellow paper Folded it small like a secret should be Tucked it inside a secondhand novel Between a storm and a cup of tea I don't know your name or the town you live in I don't know the colour of your front door But I hope that you're reading with the kettle going And a little less lonely than before Dear whoever finds this page I hope your day is kind I hope the light comes in the window And leaves a little gold behind Whatever weight you're carrying Set it down a while Dear whoever finds this page I'm sending you a smile I wrote that the kitchen smells of toast today That the cat has claimed the warmest chair That I'm learning to be gentle with the days that crawl And to say thank you to the ones that care I wrote that I'm not sure what I'm doing But the garden grows anyway, and so will I And if the ink has faded when you read this The warmth is still here, underneath the sky Dear whoever finds this page I hope your day is kind I hope the light comes in the window And leaves a little gold behind Whatever weight you're carrying Set it down a while Dear whoever finds this page I'm sending you a smile Maybe it sat on a shelf for years Maybe it's reached you just in time Either way it was meant for you Every crooked, folded line Dear whoever finds this page I hope your day is kind I hope the light comes in the window And leaves a little gold behind Whatever weight you're carrying Set it down a while Dear whoever finds this page I'm sending you a smile Dear whoever finds this page I'm sending you a smile