The First Frost Wrote on the Glass

Lyrics

I woke before the kettle and the light
The garden gone to silver in the night
Every blade of grass was wearing white
The first frost wrote on the glass

Ferns of ice were growing on the pane
Little feathered roads and little rain
I breathed a circle clear and looked again
The first frost wrote on the glass

So bring the blankets down, let the morning be slow
Wrap your hands around the warm and let the cold go by
There's a quiet kind of magic in the first white morning
Frost on the window and you by my side

The old rake leans there stiff against the shed
The last rose bows her small and frozen head
I'll pick the sprouts and leave the rest unsaid
The first frost wrote on the glass

My father taught me how to read the sky
He'd sniff the air and say, tonight we'll see
Now I stand where he stood, and so do I
The first frost wrote on the glass

So bring the blankets down, let the morning be slow
Wrap your hands around the warm and let the cold go by
There's a quiet kind of magic in the first white morning
Frost on the window and you by my side

By noon it will be water on the ground
By noon the little ferns will all be gone
But I have kept the picture in my mind
Of winter whispering its name

So bring the blankets down, let the morning be slow
Wrap your hands around the warm and let the cold go by
There's a quiet kind of magic in the first white morning
Frost on the window and you by my side

The first frost wrote on the glass
The first frost wrote on the glass