Track 3 of the album Small Kindnesses · 2020
Last Swim of the Year
“The lake was cold as silver and a heron stood there like a question. I swam anyway.”
indie folk · autumn folk · hushed indie folk · 4:24
Lyrics
The lake is cold as silver and the reeds have turned to straw A heron stands like a question on the far side of the shore I leave my shoes beside the jetty and my coat upon the post And I count to three out loud, because the counting helps the most The water takes my breath away and gives it back as steam The mountains wear their mist like wool, the morning's half a dream My arms are red, my laugh is loud, it echoes off the hill And for a moment I am nothing but this bright and shivering thrill This is the last swim of the year Before the frost, before the ice comes near I will remember how the cold made clear Everything I carry, everything I hold dear The last swim of the year I wrap the towel round my shoulders and I sit upon the boards A flask of something sweet and hot, a sky of pale gold chords The summer was a long song and I did not catch each note But I sang along in places, and I'm glad of what I wrote This is the last swim of the year Before the frost, before the ice comes near I will remember how the cold made clear Everything I carry, everything I hold dear The last swim of the year Next month there'll be a skin of ice And I will watch it from the window, warm And think of how the water held me up And let me go, unharmed This is the last swim of the year Before the frost, before the ice comes near I will remember how the cold made clear Everything I carry, everything I hold dear The last swim of the year Ah, the last swim Ah, the last swim of the year