Track 10 of the album Evening, Gently · 2023
Raise It Slowly, Raise It Kind
“I have the card in my pocket and the ink has gone soft at the fold. A toast I've been rehearsing for years.”
singer-songwriter · toast folk · tender singer-songwriter · 4:36
Lyrics
I have the card here in my pocket The ink has gone soft at the fold I wrote it out twice in the kitchen And still it feels new and feels old Your father is standing beside me He's pretending he isn't in tears So I'll say it the way I know how to The way I have said it for years Raise it slowly, raise it kind Here's to the two of you, here's to the time Here's to the dishes and the rainy days And the quiet way love learns to stay Raise it slowly, raise it kind Bring all your small mercies, leave the grand ones behind May the kettle be warm and the porch light be on And may you always, always come home I knew you when you were this high With a scraped knee and a paper crown You'd line up your shoes by the doorway And never once put them down Now there is a person beside you Who laughs at the things that you say And I see how the whole room is softer When he looks at you that way Raise it slowly, raise it kind Here's to the two of you, here's to the time Here's to the dishes and the rainy days And the quiet way love learns to stay Raise it slowly, raise it kind Bring all your small mercies, leave the grand ones behind May the kettle be warm and the porch light be on And may you always, always come home Some days will be heavy Some days will be thin Say sorry out loud And then let the other one in Hold on to the evenings The ordinary ones They're the ones that we're made of When all the long years are done Raise it slowly, raise it kind Here's to the two of you, here's to the time Here's to the dishes and the rainy days And the quiet way love learns to stay Raise it slowly, raise it kind Bring all your small mercies, leave the grand ones behind May the kettle be warm and the porch light be on And may you always, always come home So glasses up, glasses low Here's to the love that is learning to grow Raise it slowly, raise it kind Here's to you both, and to time