歌詞

Butter, sugar, cinnamon

And fingers sticky-sweet

I brush the dough with melted gold

And shake the sugar down

Then cinnamon in one long line

A warm and freckled brown

Then roll it up, a log of spice

And cut it into wheels

Sticky, sweet, cinnamon

Spirals on the tray

Sweeter than honey to my mouth

And sweeter still today

The lamb has got a sugared nose

From sniffing at the tray

It licks it off with great success

And begs for more, I'd say

I set the wheels to rise once more

And wash my sticky hands

Sticky, sweet, cinnamon

Spirals on the tray

Sweeter than honey to my mouth

And sweeter still today

Sweeter than honey are Your words

The psalmist sang it right

And cinnamon on buttered dough

Sings it in the evening light

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Sticky, sweet, cinnamon

Spirals on the tray

Sweeter than honey to my mouth

And sweeter still today

Sticky, sweet, cinnamon

Spirals on the tray

Sweeter than honey to my mouth

And sweeter still today

Butter, sugar, cinnamon

And the tray is full of spirals