My breath has misted up the glass
And the lane has gone to cloud
The cup is warm, the glass is cold
And where they meet, it greys
I wipe a little window clear
To watch the rainy days
Inside the circle that I made
The maples reappear
Wipe the mist, and look out slow
Cup held in both hands
I've calmed and quieted my soul
Like a child that understands
The little lamb has left a print
Where it had pressed its nose
A tiny cloud upon the pane
That clears, and then regrows
I draw a little heart and watch
The rain run through its lines
Wipe the mist, and look out slow
Cup held in both hands
I've calmed and quieted my soul
Like a child that understands
Like a weaned child upon its mother
The psalmist made his rest
And I am quiet at the glass
With tea against my chest
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Wipe the mist, and look out slow
Cup held in both hands
I've calmed and quieted my soul
Like a child that understands
Wipe the mist, and look out slow
Cup held in both hands
I've calmed and quieted my soul
Like a child that understands
My breath has misted up the glass
And I am warm inside
