You climb the wire high and thin
Where the biting winds begin
Metal boots on a frozen thread
While the storm clouds swirl overhead
But the kettle starts to sing
And the copper bells all ring
In the kitchen warm and white
You are safe from the winter night
You leave the heavy gear behind
Peace is all you seek to find
Tiled floors and a wooden chair
Fresh baked bread in the morning air
You watch the steam rise in a cloud
The city noise is far too loud
Tea leaves swirl in a porcelain cup
As the golden sun wakes up
But the kettle starts to sing
And the copper bells all ring
In the kitchen warm and white
You are safe from the winter night
The height is a ghost in the glass
Watching the heavy hours pass
One steady breath and one slow beat
Feel the glow of the kitchen heat
The iron wind can howl and moan
Here you have a place of your own
Lace curtains shield the window pane
Blocking out the freezing rain
But the kettle starts to sing
And the copper bells all ring
In the kitchen warm and white
You are safe from the winter night
Hold the line, hold the line
Everything is doing fine.
