Track 8 of the album Tin Kettle Hours · 2017
Borrowed Coat, Borrowed Kindness
by Wren Hallett
“A stranger lent me their coat at a bus stop on a night I'd missed the last bus and my phone was dead. I never got to return it, so I wrote this instead.”
acoustic · warm acoustic · bedroom folk · 3:21
Lyrics
I missed the last bus and the wind found my bones Standing at the stop with my phone gone dead A woman in a green scarf stopped with her dog And pressed her spare gloves into my hands She walked me to the corner where the light was warm Pointed to a cafe still open late Said, pay it along when you're able, my dear It's only a loan of the weather Oh, I'll pass it along, I'll pass it along A coat for a shoulder, a hand for the cold Somebody did it for me on a night just like this And the night wasn't half as cold Now when I see someone stranded and small Under a streetlamp with nowhere to go I think of the gloves and the green of the scarf And I stop, and I say hello Oh, I'll pass it along, I'll pass it along A coat for a shoulder, a hand for the cold Somebody did it for me on a night just like this And the night wasn't half as cold We are all just borrowing Warmth from one another Handing it down the road Like a lantern from a mother Oh, I'll pass it along, I'll pass it along A coat for a shoulder, a hand for the cold Somebody did it for me on a night just like this And the night wasn't half as cold And the night wasn't half as cold