Clear dew through the windows of my mother's kitchen Moss in the cracks of the shingles on the neighbor's roof Coals in the fireplace still black and damp And the kettle moves over kerosene flames
And its copper sings its misty warning So begins this bergamot morning
Cat calls for his morning milk He cleans his paws on old growth floorboards Begin to spin and imagine something where the garden was Silver bark and yellow leaves replaced by cold steel
And the copper sings its misty warning So begins this bergamot morning
Birds sing in the ferns in the quiet glowing fog Last night is gone renewed by her new dawn
And the copper sings its misty warning Brings me back to this bergamot morning Yesterday's sorrow its misty warning Gives way to a glistening bergamot morning