Track 3 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
The Hum of the Fridge at Midnight
by Wren Hallett
“The house is asleep and the fridge hums low. I like to think it's the quietest song I've ever made, apart from the fridge.”
singer-songwriter · night folk · kitchen folk · 3:19
Lyrics
The house is asleep and the clock is slow The fridge hums low in the kitchen glow I tiptoe in for a glass of milk The floorboards creak like folded silk A single light on the garden wall Is the only thing awake at all The hum of the fridge at midnight Is a lullaby for the lonely light It says the world is still turning round It says you're safe and you're sound Stay a while in the quiet glow The hum of the fridge at midnight knows There are magnets on the door From the places we've been before A shopping list in your sloping hand Says eggs and flowers and orange jam I read it twice just to feel you near Though you are sleeping upstairs here The hum of the fridge at midnight Is a lullaby for the lonely light It says the world is still turning round It says you're safe and you're sound Stay a while in the quiet glow The hum of the fridge at midnight knows Every house has a heartbeat If you listen in the dark A tick, a drip, a sigh of pipes A soft and sleepy spark And I am just one small thing In the great and turning night Held by a little humming And a little kitchen light The hum of the fridge at midnight Is a lullaby for the lonely light It says the world is still turning round It says you're safe and you're sound Stay a while in the quiet glow The hum of the fridge at midnight knows The hum of the fridge at midnight knows