歌詞

Out they come, the golden wheels

And the whole house smells like home

The timer sings, the door swings wide

And out the spirals come

All puffed and gold and cinnamon

The kitchen starts to hum

I set the tray beside the glass

So the sunset gets a look

Buns, buns, warm and gold

Spirals in a row

He fills the hungry soul with good

And this is good, I know

The lamb is up on both back hooves

To see above the tray

I lift it up for one good sniff

It nearly floats away

The window's gold, the buns are gold

The evening's gone all gold

Buns, buns, warm and gold

Spirals in a row

He fills the hungry soul with good

And this is good, I know

He satisfies the longing soul

With good things, says the psalm

And warm buns on a sunset tray

Are part of that same calm

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Buns, buns, warm and gold

Spirals in a row

He fills the hungry soul with good

And this is good, I know

Buns, buns, warm and gold

Spirals in a row

He fills the hungry soul with good

And this is good, I know

Out they came, the golden wheels

And the icing's coming next