Track 6 of the album Third Place and Grinning · 2021
Sunday Roast and the Wireless Choir
“Steam on the windows, the wireless on, and the choir around the table. It's the coziest thing on the record.”
classical crossover · choral pop · hymnody · 3:21
Lyrics
The oven door is breathing steam, The windows fog up gold, A choir on the kitchen wireless Sings the hymns we knew of old. Grandad hums the bass line low, The children find the high, And the potatoes crackle in the pan As the voices climb the sky. Come to the table, come in from the cold, There's room for every voice. Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, Sing till the gravy is warm, Every chair pulled in a little closer, Every note a shelter from the storm. Sunday is a song we all know, Sunday is a hymn that we share, Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, And the whole house sings back in prayer. The cloth is white, the plates are mixed, The candles lean and glow, Auntie's off the key and proud, And nobody lets it show. The radio swells with a country hymn, The clock forgets the hour, And the little ones climb on the dresser To conduct with a wooden spoon of power. Come to the table, come in from the cold, There's room for every voice. Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, Sing till the gravy is warm, Every chair pulled in a little closer, Every note a shelter from the storm. Sunday is a song we all know, Sunday is a hymn that we share, Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, And the whole house sings back in prayer. When the music fades and the dishes wait, We'll hum it in the hall, For a kitchen full of voices Is the finest choir of all. Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, Sing till the gravy is warm, Every chair pulled in a little closer, Every note a shelter from the storm. Sunday is a song we all know, Sunday is a hymn that we share, Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, And the whole house sings back in prayer. Sing with the wireless, sing with the roast, And the whole house sings.