At Your Table

J. Cunningham
(From the album, The Song Club)

Every time I’m sitting at your table
The songbird in my heart sings
The melody that only you enable
It unlocks the cage of everything

No pressure no worry no expectation
A kettle and a cuppa and a conversation
There’s always room at your table
Your manner makes me able
To find true comfort there
At your table

Every time I’m sitting at your fireside
And you share all of your imaginings
The warmth I feel is comin’ from the inside
It’s the golden glow of simple things

Doesn’t take very much strong persuasion
A kettle and a cuppa and a conversation
There’s always room at your table
Your manner makes me able
To find true comfort there
At your table

Some people are so rare and fine
They won’t let you fall
In a galaxy of stars that shine
You’re brighter than them all

Every time I’m swingin’ on your front porch
Time seems to go backwards again
The worry of the world is moving forwards
But you make worry drift away on the wind

It doesn’t have to be a complex equation
A kettle and a cuppa and a conversation
There’s always room at your table
Your manner makes me able
To find true comfort there
At your table