Track 9 of the album Tin Kettle Hours · 2017
Thank You for the Soup
by Wren Hallett
“A neighbour left soup at my door when I was ill and I never thanked her properly. This is my late thank-you note, sung through a cold.”
acoustic · cosy acoustic · kitchen folk · 3:15
Lyrics
I was sick in my bed with the curtains drawn tight A knock at the door in the cold of the night A neighbour with a pot in a tea towel wrap Said, no need to talk, just eat, and then nap Carrots and barley and a bay leaf or two Pepper like someone who knew what to do I ate it by the window with a spoon and a sigh And I felt like a child who had nothing to cry Thank you for the soup For the warm and the steam For the knock at the door Like the end of a dream I don't have the words But I'll pass it along Thank you for the soup It's the kindest of songs I washed out the pot and I dried it with care Put a note in the lid, just a few words to spare Left it on her step with a jar of my jam Small, but it's honest, it's just who I am We don't always say how we're held How the little things carry us through But a bowl in your hands in a cold, quiet room Is a hug that arrives right on cue Thank you for the soup For the warm and the steam For the knock at the door Like the end of a dream I don't have the words But I'll pass it along Thank you for the soup It's the kindest of songs Thank you for the soup It's the kindest of songs