Track 4 of the EP Open the Windows · 2025
Pencilled in the Corner of a Postcard
by Wren Hallett
“My old teacher sent a card from Lisbon, a yellow tram on a tilted street. It's pinned above my table and the song lives under it.”
acoustic · postcard folk · cosy acoustic · 3:17
Lyrics
My old teacher sent a card from Lisbon A yellow tram, a tilted street In pencil at the bottom, she had written Still reading, still curious, still sweet She taught me how to hold a sentence gently Like a bird you do not want to scare Now I read her six small lines at breakfast And she is sitting in the other chair Pencilled in the corner of a postcard Is the kindest thing I know Keep on asking, keep on wondering Let the little questions grow Sun on the table, tea going cold She is still teaching me to go Pencilled in the corner of a postcard Is a world I did not know She says the light is different there, more honest It falls like butter on the stone I think of her with a notebook at a window Not a single thing to prove, alone Forty years since I sat in her classroom Both of us have changed our hair But the way she taught me how to look at things Is still here, is still there Pencilled in the corner of a postcard Is the kindest thing I know Keep on asking, keep on wondering Let the little questions grow Sun on the table, tea going cold She is still teaching me to go Pencilled in the corner of a postcard Is a world I did not know Still reading, still curious Still sweet, still sweet