Snow pressed thin on the windowpane, Cold hangs heavy on the door. I shake the frost from my woolen coat, Leave my boots on the floor. The kettle’s low and the fire’s kind, The room breathes amber light, Every shadow softens now That you’re inside tonight. So gather close by the hearth tonight, Let the long day fall away. Every worry thaws in the glow Of the things we do not say. If the world is sharp and winter-long, We’ll meet it soft and true. There’s nowhere else I need to be Than right here, warming with you. Bread still warm on the cutting board, Steam curls slow from the tea. You hum a tune I half remember, Pour another cup for me. Your hands are pink from the winter air, I wrap them up in mine, Funny how the cold outside Makes the warmth feel so divine. So gather close by the hearth tonight, Let the long day fall away. Every worry thaws in the glow Of the things we do not say. If the world is sharp and winter-long, We’ll meet it soft and true. There’s nowhere else I need to be Than right here, warming with you. Soup simmers low in the iron pot, Time forgets to move. You lean your head against my shoulder, Like you always do. The fire pops like quiet laughter, Shadows dance and sway. Love don’t ask for anything But to be fed and stay. Some folks chase the summer sun, Or run from storm and snow. But I’ve learned the cold can teach us What the warm already knows. So gather close by the hearth tonight, Let the dark stay on the hill. The world can wait beyond these walls, The hours bend and still. If this is all the winter gives; A meal, a flame, a view… Then every season’s rich enough If I’m warming here with you. Yeah, the fire burns low, the kettle sings… And we’ve got everything.
