Track 3 of the album The Lighthouse Years · 2017
Milk, Bread and Good Morning
“The shutters go up, the bell rings and for a moment everybody is hopeful. It is the warmest tune I have, and I mean to keep it that way.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · pastoral · 3:32
Lyrics
The shutters rattle upward, one, two, three The corner shop is open, come and see A tray of rolls still warm beneath the glass And the morning paper stacked up in a mass The shopkeeper is humming as he sweeps The cat asleep where the sunlight creeps A bell above the door says come on in And every day is ready to begin Milk, bread and good morning That's all I came to buy A smile across the counter Underneath a pale blue sky Small things make a day, my friend Small things make a life Milk, bread and good morning And the world is kind and bright A child counts coins with careful, serious eyes An old man asks about the weather's rise We trade a word, a nod, a gentle laugh The kind of talk that fills a better half Nobody here is in a hurry yet The kettle's on, the day is barely set Every face I know by name or by smile And I could stay for quite a while Milk, bread and good morning That's all I came to buy A smile across the counter Underneath a pale blue sky Small things make a day, my friend Small things make a life Milk, bread and good morning And the world is kind and bright Milk, bread and good morning Good morning