歌詞

The proper end of summer days

Is served in a cold glass

The milk bottle wears beads of cold

Straight from the icebox door

One oatmeal cookie, maybe two —

Alright, let's say it's four

Dunk it once, you're doing fine

Dunk twice, you're an expert

He gives sleep to His beloved

But first, He gives them this:

A cold white glass, a sweet crumb moon

And nothing much to miss

The lamb gets its own saucer poured

It laps with great decorum

Then wears a little milky chin

Like medals in a forum

The icebox hums approval

From its corner of the room

He gives sleep to His beloved

But first, He gives them this:

A cold white glass, a sweet crumb moon

And nothing much to miss

We clink the glass against the saucer

Toasting nothing much

Just one more summer day gone right

And cookies in the clutch

Mmm... mmm... mmm

He gives sleep to His beloved

But first, He gives them this:

A cold white glass, a sweet crumb moon

And nothing much to miss

He gives sleep to His beloved

But first, He gives them this:

A cold white glass, a sweet crumb moon

And nothing much to miss

The proper end of summer days

Went down to the last drop