Track 1 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
Small Hours, Small Light
by Wren Hallett
“This is the title song for a reason: the nightlight, a warm shoulder and a hushed little house. It's the one I'd sing to anyone who can't sleep.”
acoustic · night folk · lullaby folk · 3:41
Lyrics
The nightlight makes a small gold moon against the nursery wall You're warm against my shoulder, and the house is hushed and small I sway across the floorboards in my socks, my hair undone Nobody here to see me, and I feel like I have won Small hours, small light, small hand holding mine Nothing in the whole wide world is quite so soft and fine I'm tired as an old coat, and I'm proud as the sun Small hours, small light, and the night has just begun I never knew the quiet could be this full of sound Your breathing like a tide that has just washed up on my ground I hum the tune my mother hummed when I was just your size And watch the colour of the dark begin to change its guise Small hours, small light, small hand holding mine Nothing in the whole wide world is quite so soft and fine I'm tired as an old coat, and I'm proud as the sun Small hours, small light, and the night has just begun No one gives you medals For the nights you stay awake But I could hold this feeling For the rest of my life's sake The window has gone paler and the birds are clearing throat The first bus hums in distance like a faraway boat You've fallen into dreaming with your fist against my chest And I have never felt so quietly, simply blessed Small hours, small light, small hand holding mine Nothing in the whole wide world is quite so soft and fine I'm tired as an old coat, and I'm proud as the sun Small hours, small light, and the night has just begun Small hours, small light Hush now, hush now, goodnight