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The kettle sings at half past nine
We hang the clothes out on the line
No need for thunder, no need for shine
Just every year I call you mine
We wake up slow, no rush at all
The sun creeps in across the hall
Your sleepy smile is all I need
No grand parade, just one small seed
We plant a row of beans and wait for spring
The kitchen fills with songs we sort of sing
No need for bright billboard or blazing sign
Just your gentle thanks when I pour the wine
The kettle sings at half past nine
We hang the clothes out on the line
No need for all, I love the small
The way you answer when I call
The kettle sings at half past nine
We hang the clothes out on the line
No need for thunder, no need for shine
Just every year I call you mine
We plant a row of beans and wait for spring
The kitchen fills with songs we sort of sing
No need for bright billboard or blazing sign
Just your gentle thanks when I pour the wine
The kettle sings at half past nine
We hang the clothes out on the line
No need for all, I love the small
The way you answer when I call
The kettle sings at half past nine
We hang the clothes out on the line
No need for thunder, no need for shine
Just every year I call you mine
