Track 2 of the album The Pier Is Shut Till Easter · 2025
Frost Ferns Are Gone by Noon
“The pond has put a lid on and the frost ferns are gone by noon. A song about everything that's briefly beautiful.”
acoustic · winter folk · dreamy acoustic · 3:25
Lyrics
The pond has put a lid on, love The bird bath's turned to stone The hedge is in a coat of white The lane is all alone I took the bins out in my slippers Breath came out in smoke And all along the bonnet of the car The frost had gently spoke Frost ferns are gone by noon Gone before the kettle's cooled I'll hold the quiet while I can Before the morning's ruled By buses and by errands and the phone Frost ferns are gone by noon But I was here, and I was shown My father taught me how to scrape A window with a card He'd hum a tune and make it fun Though the hour was cold and hard I hum it now in the same slow key The windscreen clears in time And I think of how he never rushed And I am in no rush, in kind Frost ferns are gone by noon Gone before the kettle's cooled I'll hold the quiet while I can Before the morning's ruled By buses and by errands and the phone Frost ferns are gone by noon But I was here, and I was shown Some things aren't made to keep Some things are made to see A lace upon the glass, a breath A sleeping apple tree Just see, just see The sun comes up behind the roofs And all the lace goes thin It turns to drops and runs away And the day comes drifting in I wipe my hands upon my coat And step back to the door The house is warm, the toast is up And I love the world once more Frost ferns are gone by noon Gone before the kettle's cooled I'll hold the quiet while I can Before the morning's ruled By buses and by errands and the phone Frost ferns are gone by noon But I was here, and I was shown Frost ferns are gone by noon But I was here, and I was shown