Morning on the sill
Rain taps the glass
You set the old pot down
Let the seconds pass
Copper on the flame
Slow turning gold
Your hands know the hush
Like a story told
And the room leans in
As the water wakes
You smile like you know
What the good day takes
Copper Kettle Tea
Come back to me
Sweet on the tongue
Soft as can be
Copper Kettle Tea
Stay close to me
Pour out the dust
Set my mind free
Sugar in the jar
Lid bent from use
Lemon in a dish
For the bright little bruise
You lift that handle
Like it’s no big thing
But the whole house changes
When you let it sing
And the room leans in
As the water wakes
You smile like you know
What the good day takes
Copper Kettle Tea
Come back to me
Sweet on the tongue
Soft as can be
Copper Kettle Tea
Stay close to me
Pour out the dust
Set my mind free
Let the hard day fold
Let the noise grow thin
One warm cup at a time
We can start again
Copper Kettle Tea
Come back to me
Sweet on the tongue
Soft as can be
Copper Kettle Tea
Stay close to me
Pour out the dust
Set my mind free
