Flour on my apron white
Kneading dough in middle night
Yeast is rising in the heat
While the town is fast asleep
Across the yard the greenhouse glows
Where the winter jasmine grows
Cracked old panes and jagged lines
Tangled up in ivy vines
Hold the light and keep the flame
Call the morning by its name
Through the cracks the starlight pours
Open wide the wooden doors
I can see you watch the seed
Giving every blossom need
Counting hours by the moon
Coming to the garden soon
Hold the light and keep the flame
Call the morning by its name
Through the cracks the starlight pours
Open wide the wooden doors
The oven hums a heavy low
Wait for gold and wait for glow
Cold wind hits the broken sheet
But the oven makes it sweet
Iron gates and rusted locks
Counting time on ticking clocks
Sift the wheat and stir the pot
Loving every piece I got
Walk the path of frozen dew
Coming home to start anew
Bake the bread and plant the vine
In a rhythm old and fine
Hold the light and keep the flame
Call the morning by its name
Through the cracks the starlight pours
Open wide the wooden doors
Glass and grain, the light is here.
Glass and grain, the dawn is near.
