Track 11 of the album One More Verse Before the Lights Come Up · 2026
Sit Closer, the Fire Is Low
by Wren Hallett
“The logs have settled into embers and the windows wear a frost-flower. Sit closer, please, it's nearly the end.”
acoustic · cosy acoustic · romantic folk · 3:48
Lyrics
The logs have settled into embers, orange, soft and slow The windows wear a frost-flower and the wind is whispering low You've brought the blue wool blanket and a pot of cinnamon tea And you tuck it round my shoulders like it's always meant to be We don't have much to say tonight, the quiet says it all The clock ticks on the mantelpiece, the shadows climb the wall Your hand finds mine without a word, the way it always does And I feel the whole world shrinking down to just this room and us Sit closer, the fire is low There's warmth enough for two, you know Let the winter do its worst outside We have a lamp, we have a light Sit closer, the fire is low I'll tell you of the day I had, the small things and the grey The bus that came ten minutes late, the rain upon the bay You'll tell me of your crossword clue that took you half the noon And we'll laugh the way we always laugh, a little out of tune Sit closer, the fire is low There's warmth enough for two, you know Let the winter do its worst outside We have a lamp, we have a light Sit closer, the fire is low Years from now I'll still remember Not the grand things, but the glow Your face turned gold in the embers And the way you said hello Sit closer, the fire is low There's warmth enough for two, you know Let the winter do its worst outside We have a lamp, we have a light Sit closer, the fire is low Sit closer, sit closer The fire is low