Track 1 of the EP Porch Swing Season · 2016
Quiet Snow on the Kitchen Radio
“Snow on the kitchen radio, falling since the supper dishes. It is a winter song, and I put it first so spring could feel earned.”
americana · winter folk · kitchen americana · 3:57
Lyrics
Snow's been falling since the supper dishes Never quite sticking to the ground Kettle's on and the radio's low Playing the old songs round Mama's apron on the chair back Daddy's boots by the door The whole house smells like cinnamon And the years that came before Pull the quilt up higher Let the window frost Quiet snow on the kitchen radio Dancing slow with nowhere to go Porch light burning for whoever's coming Warm tea, warm hands, warm glow Let it fall, let it fall on the roof Let it hum its lullaby Quiet snow on the kitchen radio And everybody's home tonight There's a trucker on the AM dial Reading dedications late For a mother in Missoula And a girl who couldn't wait I hum along to every one Like they're mine to keep The snow comes down like a blessing On the ones who cannot sleep Pull the quilt up higher Let the window frost Quiet snow on the kitchen radio Dancing slow with nowhere to go Porch light burning for whoever's coming Warm tea, warm hands, warm glow Let it fall, let it fall on the roof Let it hum its lullaby Quiet snow on the kitchen radio And everybody's home tonight Somewhere out there on the highway Someone's driving in the dark Let this song find them Like a lantern in the park Tell them there's a kitchen And a seat and a cup And the door is never locked Till the morning comes up Quiet snow on the kitchen radio Dancing slow with nowhere to go Porch light burning for whoever's coming Warm tea, warm hands, warm glow Let it fall, let it fall on the roof Let it hum its lullaby Quiet snow on the kitchen radio And everybody's home tonight Everybody's home tonight