Track 10 of the album Harbour Light · 2019
The Shutters Hold Until the Morning
“The wind rattles the latch like a question, and the shutters hold. Hope in a very small voice.”
art song · art song · celtic ballad · 4:17
Lyrics
The wind has found the window latch And rattles it like a question We lit the candle on the sill And sat down on the floorboards The radio says the worst is near But I can hear your breathing Steady as a clock Let the sea throw all it has We have blankets, we have bread The shutters hold until the morning The roof remembers how to stand Every wave that shakes the harbour Falls asleep upon the sand Hold my hand and count the thunder Count it down from ten to none The shutters hold until the morning And then the morning comes The lamp goes out, the street goes dark The rain walks on the rooftop You tell me stories from your youth Of storms you slept right through I fold my fear into a square And tuck it in my pocket Small enough to keep Let the sea throw all it has We have blankets, we have bread The shutters hold until the morning The roof remembers how to stand Every wave that shakes the harbour Falls asleep upon the sand Hold my hand and count the thunder Count it down from ten to none The shutters hold until the morning And then the morning comes Somewhere past the howling dark A thin grey line is growing Softer now, the wind lets go And the candle's burning low The shutters hold until the morning The roof remembers how to stand Every wave that shakes the harbour Falls asleep upon the sand Hold my hand, the sky is lifting Gold along the window pane The shutters held until the morning And we are here again And we are here again