Track Insight / Lyrics
Bakery scents on winter air
A lone baker, standing there
With frosted eyes and floury hair
He watches shadows, cold and fair
Cobblestone dawn, a whispered sound
Of baking bread, turning round and round
The city sleeps, a restless ground
But in his light, hope can be found
A taxi crawls, a yellow streak
Past cobblestones, dark and bleak
The driver sighs, another week
With weary souls and voices meek
Cobblestone dawn, a whispered sound
Of baking bread, turning round and round
The city sleeps, a restless ground
But in his light, hope can be found
He kneads the dough, a rhythmic beat
Each rise and fall, a gentle feat
The oven warms, a welcome heat
A promise made, a world complete
The city wakes, a distant hum
The baker stands, a place to come
For warmth and light, a place to shun
The cold night's grasp, till day is done
A steaming loaf, a golden brown
The scent unfolds, a welcome crown
He calls it forth, from depths profound
A simple bread, where peace is found
Cobblestone dawn, a whispered sound
Of baking bread, turning round and round
The city sleeps, a restless ground
But in his light, hope can be found
The city wakes, the light streams in
The baker smiles, his labor wins
A simple act, where love begins
Cobblestone dawn, where hope spins.
