Track 1 of the single Salt on the Doorstep · 2026

Salt on the Doorstep

“Isla: I found the salt on our step after a night of howling wind and it felt like the sea had come to leave a note. We sang it round one mic, all four of us, the way we'd sing in the orchard at dusk.”

indie folk · chamber folk · scottish ballad · 3:51

Lyrics

The storm went out before the dawn
Left salt across the step
Seaweed on the garden gate
And a hush where the wind had wept
I put the kettle on the stove
And I open up the door
There's a pale and rinsed-out morning
Where the night had been before

The fishing boats are rocking slow
In the harbour down below
Someone's already sweeping glass
And the gulls are back in tow
We tie the shutters back again
We mend what needs a mend
There's a kind of quiet comfort
In the work that has no end

Sweep the salt from the doorstep, let the morning in
What the sea has taken, it will bring again
We are small and we are steady, like the stones along the shore
Sweep the salt from the doorstep, and open up the door

My neighbour brings a loaf of bread
And a torch that lost its spark
We stand and talk about the roof
And the way it hummed in the dark
She says her mother used to say
The sea just clears its throat
And I laugh, and the sun comes up
On the water and the boats

Sweep the salt from the doorstep, let the morning in
What the sea has taken, it will bring again
We are small and we are steady, like the stones along the shore
Sweep the salt from the doorstep, and open up the door

Every winter has its weather
Every house has learned to lean
We hold each other up together
Through the grey and in between

Sweep the salt from the doorstep, let the morning in
What the sea has taken, it will bring again
We are small and we are steady, like the stones along the shore
Sweep the salt from the doorstep, and open up the door

Open up the door
Open up the door