[Verse 1] My grandfather kept the door unlatched so the evening could come in he said the cold is only weather and the warm is where we've been [Verse 2] We cut the bread the same way still we pour the same green tea and every year the apricot remembers how to be [Chorus] Low and warm, low and warm the old song holds the room low and warm, low and warm and nothing here is gloom [Verse 3] I have his hands, I have his pause before he said a name and when I hum the two-note song the kitchen sounds the same [Chorus] Low and warm, low and warm the old song holds the room low and warm, low and warm and nothing here is gloom
