Verse 1

The coffee grounds are dry again

The clock ticks past the hour of four

Mansur is out there in the rain

Locking up the heavy office door

He’s chasing down the coins and gold

To buy the ribbons and the toys

To keep the winter from the fold

And fill the quiet home with joys

Chorus

Oh, little Alsia, our spark of day

You keep the heavy night at bay

Even when the colic burns and cries

We see the morning in your eyes

One year of turning tides and rings

The simple weight of everything

Verse 2

Kamila walks the hallway floor