The linoleum is cold and grey
The moonlight keeps the ghosts away
The kettle hums a low steady tune
Underneath a pale winter moon
Like a root in the dark heavy loam
He keeps the watch inside this home
His yellow beam is a steady vine
Tracing every ceramic line
Oh the silver guard is standing tall
Holding back the dark against the wall
Waiting for the water to boil high
Underneath a heavy midnight sky
He sees the steam like a ghost in the air
A patient spirit with a steady stare
Like a seed that waits for the spring rain
He watches over every window pane
Oh the silver guard is standing tall
Holding back the dark against the wall
Waiting for the water to boil high
Underneath a heavy midnight sky
He knows the patience of the deep soil
The slow heat and the steady coil
No rush in the rhythm of the night
Just a steady circle of golden light
The clock on the wall ticks a slow beat
The copper pot feels the rising heat
He stands like a cedar in the wind
Where the lonely midnight hours begin
The whistle screams a sharp sudden sound
The silver light keeps the kitchen bound
He doesn't blink and he doesn't sway
Until the darkness turns into day
Oh the silver guard is standing tall
Holding back the dark against the wall
Waiting for the water to boil high
Underneath a heavy midnight sky
Just a silver guard in the grey
Wait for the light of the day Keep it steady.
Keep it slow.
