You hold the heat inside your clay
The winter sky is turning gray
You walk the path of frozen mud
Where apple branches start to flood
Oh, you're glazed in white and gold
Breaking through the bitter cold
Sipping slow beneath the blue
Everything feels bright and new
The orchard trees are bent and low
Dressed in heavy coats of snow
You feel the grip of steady hands
Walking through the salted lands
The dusk is falling on the hill
The heavy air is sharp and still
You carry steam in every breath
Waking up the winter death
Oh, you're glazed in white and gold
Breaking through the bitter cold
Sipping slow beneath the blue
Everything feels bright and new
A chipped rim and a steady hold
A story that the wind has told
One warm touch in a frozen place
A little light upon your face
The iron gate is rusted red
The summer birds have long since fled
You stand out where the branches lean
The coldest sight you've ever seen
Oh, you're glazed in white and gold
Breaking through the bitter cold
Sipping slow beneath the blue
Everything feels bright and new
Just a cup in the snow
Now it's time for us to go Glazed in white
In the light
