歌詞

The dough has risen, soft and warm

And the window watches me

I turn the risen dough out slow

Onto the floured board

It's warm and pillowed under hand

The best that hands afford

I press it wide, a golden square

While gold pours through the glass

Soft dough, patient hands

Bread before the sweet

I am the Bread of Life, He said

And every loaf repeats

The little lamb has flour freckles

Where it leaned too close

It sneezes once, then settles down

And guards the floured board

The square is ready, smooth and wide

The evening light approves

Soft dough, patient hands

Bread before the sweet

I am the Bread of Life, He said

And every loaf repeats

I am the bread of life, He said

And I remember here

For every dough that rises up

Reminds me He is near

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Soft dough, patient hands

Bread before the sweet

I am the Bread of Life, He said

And every loaf repeats

Soft dough, patient hands

Bread before the sweet

I am the Bread of Life, He said

And every loaf repeats

The dough is pressed, the board is gold

And the sweet part's coming next