歌詞

One spoonful of the summer kept

Goes swirling into fall

The honey leaves the little spoon

In one unhurried thread

It coils gold on spiced brown

Like sunlight put to bed

I stir it once, then once again

The sweetness finds its home

First warm sip of the season's cup

The spice, the milk, the gold

Eat the honey, it is good

The kindest words of old

It tastes like summer wearing wool

Like sunshine, gently spiced

The first sip of a season is

A small thing, but it's twice

Once for the tongue, and once for the heart

That's how the seasons pour

First warm sip of the season's cup

The spice, the milk, the gold

Eat the honey, it is good

The kindest words of old

The lamb watches the honey spoon

With patience made of stone

Until one drop — for wooly luck —

Lands sweetly on its own

Mmm... mmm... mmm

First warm sip of the season's cup

The spice, the milk, the gold

Eat the honey, it is good

The kindest words of old

First warm sip of the season's cup

The spice, the milk, the gold

Eat the honey, it is good

The kindest words of old

One spoonful of the summer kept

And autumn tastes like home