Cracked glass panes in the winter air
Old green leaves in a tangled snare
A stray hound with a copper coat
Sings a song from a heavy throat
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Stubborn heart in a winter rain
Singing through the broken pane
Wooden beams and a rusted lock
Ticking slow like a salted clock
He hunts ghosts in the potting soil
While the heavy kettles boil
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Stubborn heart in a winter rain
Singing through the broken pane
Iron pots and a broken spade
In the light where the shadows fade
He waits there for a master's call
By the leaning garden wall
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Stubborn heart in a winter rain
Singing through the broken pane
White frost clings to the jagged edge
Salty wind on the rocky ledge
He will stay till the light is gone
Humming low till the break of dawn
Humming low beneath the glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Stubborn heart in a winter rain
Singing through the broken pane
Humming low, humming deep.
Broken pane, let him sleep.
