歌詞

The first pie of the season sits

And cools upon the sill

The apples went in singing and

Came out in cinnamon robes

The crust is gold and cracked just right

Along its sugared roads

One slice beside the spiced chai

The plate of my whole year

Warm pie, cool day, the perfect pair

The season's first hurrah

Wine for joy and bread for strength

And pie for both — hurrah!

The lamb sits at attention while

The slice makes its descent

It gets the corner crumb of crust

And deems it heaven-sent

The steam curls from the broken crust

Like autumn's little flags

Warm pie, cool day, the perfect pair

The season's first hurrah

Wine for joy and bread for strength

And pie for both — hurrah!

Summer never bakes like this

Too hot to light the fire

But give the air one cool sharp edge

And ovens find their choir

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Warm pie, cool day, the perfect pair

The season's first hurrah

Wine for joy and bread for strength

And pie for both — hurrah!

Warm pie, cool day, the perfect pair

The season's first hurrah

Wine for joy and bread for strength

And pie for both — hurrah!

The first pie of the season went

The way all good pies go