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(Verse 1) The gray light breaks across the window pane Another week of pushing through the wind and driving rain But Sunday morning brings a different kind of grace A quiet rhythm settles on the place You hear the rattle of the cast-iron on the ring And suddenly your weary heart begins to sing It’s creeping up the hallway, through the crack beneath the door The sweetest invocation, you couldn't ask for more. (Chorus) Oh, the smell of a fry in the morning When the shadows of the long night slip away There’s a comfort in the sizzle, like a gentle, quiet warning That everything’s alright here for today Yeah, the smell of a fry in the morning Chasing all the heavy clouds away. (Verse 2) It takes me back to nineteen seventy-three With my father by the cooker, pouring out the strong black tea The rashers and the pudding, thick cuts of soda bread Before the weight of living got inside my head Now the world outside is turning, it’s spinning far too fast But right here in the kitchen, I’m holding to the past Just breathing in the memory, the salt and smoke and fire Lifting up the spirit, taking us a little higher. (Chorus) Oh, the smell of a fry in the morning When the shadows of the long night slip away There’s a comfort in the sizzle, like a gentle, quiet warning That everything’s alright here for today Yeah, the smell of a fry in the morning Chasing all the heavy clouds away. (Bridge) It ain't about the money, it ain't about the gold It’s the simple things that keep you from the bitter and the cold A plate upon the table, a fire in the grate And knowing there is something good before it gets too late. (Guitar Break) (Chorus) Oh, the smell of a fry in the morning When the shadows of the long night slip away There’s a comfort in the sizzle, like a gentle, quiet warning That everything’s alright here for today Yeah, the smell of a fry in the morning Chasing all the heavy clouds away. (Outro) Yeah, chasing the clouds away. Put the kettle on, now. Let the morning break. The smell of a fry in the morning.