Track 3 of the live album Live at the Village Hall, Teacups Included · 2022
Frost on the Washing Line, Warm in My Coat
“Stiff washing, crunchy grass and a warm coat. We played it just before the interval, with scarves on.”
xinyao · winter singalong · live anthem · 3:06
Lyrics
The grass is crunching underneath our boots The washing line is stiff with morning white My breath goes up in little clouds of song The first cold day has come out bright We wrapped our scarves around our laughing necks And put the porridge pot upon the stove The robin on the fence is puffed up proud He sings like he was born here, by the grove Oh, frost on the washing line, warm in my coat Sing it out loud for the first cold morning Hands in our pockets and hearts in our throats Frost on the washing line, warm in my coat The neighbours wave with mittens on their hands The kettle sings along from every door The children make a slide across the path And no one minds the cold anymore We'll rub our hands and stamp our feet in time And clap along to nothing but the air The sun will climb the roof and melt the lawn But we'll remember we were standing there Oh, frost on the washing line, warm in my coat Sing it out loud for the first cold morning Hands in our pockets and hearts in our throats Frost on the washing line, warm in my coat Here's to the winter that's walking in Here's to the ones who will walk beside Here's to the soup and the woollen skin Here's to the porch light we'll leave inside Oh, frost on the washing line, warm in my coat Sing it out loud for the first cold morning Hands in our pockets and hearts in our throats Frost on the washing line, warm in my coat Warm in my coat Warm in my coat