Lyric

I found it in a glass jar

On a shelf of dust and lace

A little word of moonlight

Folded in a paper place

I drew it on my palm line

Like a secret meant to keep

And all at once the winter

Went soft inside my sleep

Then morning touched the curtains

Like gold through willow trees

The room began to breathe again

And answer me with ease

I held it near my heartbone

Till the silence turned to gold

A tiny thread of wonder

In the weak and waking cold

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

It lived in my hands

When the dark walked away

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

A bright little promise

That learned how to stay

I wore it like a ribbon

Underneath my plain blue coat

Past the market and the river

Where the cold wind used to gloat

The sparrows at the station

Lifted crumbs like tiny stars

And every face looked gentler

As if we’d healed our scars

Then morning touched the curtains

Like gold through willow trees

The room began to breathe again

And answer me with ease

I held it near my heartbone

Till the silence turned to gold

A tiny thread of wonder

In the weak and waking cold

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

It lived in my hands

When the dark walked away

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

A bright little promise

That learned how to stay

If I lose my way tonight

I’ll call it by its name

Not every storm can teach you

How to keep a flame

But I have seen the dawn now

In a little jar of rain

And love is just a careful word

That comes back again

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

It lived in my hands

When the dark walked away

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

A bright little promise

That learned how to stay

The little spell stayed

The little spell stayed

And I woke up singing

As the shadows gave way