歌詞

A spoon of earl grey in the pot

And bergamot in the air

While spirals rise beneath a cloth

I set the kettle on

Two spoons of earl grey in the pot

The evening's coming on

The water pours, the leaves unfurl

And citrus lifts the room

Steep it slow, bergamot

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

The little lamb has lifted its nose

To catch the drifting scent

It closes both its eyes and hums

As if it knows what's meant

Four minutes by the westering light

I count them with the leaves

Steep it slow, bergamot

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

O taste and see that He is good

The psalmist said it plain

And tea that's steeped in golden light

Says it back again

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Steep it slow, bergamot

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

Steep it slow, bergamot

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

A spoon of earl grey in the pot

And the pot is gold and done