First Cold Morning

[Verse 1]

The kettle starts its little song

While dawn leans pale across the floor

I find your sweater on the chair

And pull the cool air through the door

[Chorus]

First cold morning of autumn

Brown leaves gathered by the gate

The season turns without a sound

And teaches us to wait

First cold morning of autumn

Your hands are warm inside of mine

We take the long way past the trees

And leave the summer behind

[Verse 2]

A red apple rests beside

The folded paper on the sill

The garden wears a silver thread

The windows hold the morning still

[Chorus]

First cold morning of autumn

Brown leaves gathered by the gate

The season turns without a sound

And teaches us to wait

First cold morning of autumn

Your hands are warm inside of mine

We take the long way past the trees

And leave the summer behind

[Bridge]

No need to name what disappears

No need to hurry through the change

The year has room for every shade

And room for us to rearrange

[Final Chorus]

First cold morning of autumn

Brown leaves gathered by the gate

The season turns without a sound

And teaches us to wait

First cold morning of autumn

Your hands are warm inside of mine

We take the long way past the trees

And leave the summer behind

[Outro]

The kettle cools, the day begins

A quiet gold along the lane