歌詞

The week is folded, put away

The afternoon is mine

Five days of lists and hurry-up

Are signed and handed in

The quiet afternoon arrives

And asks me to begin

Begin the slow and lovely thing

I promised to my heart

You made it through, so set the scene

The finest hour is here

To eat and drink and taste the good

Is heaven's gift, my dear

I say the words out loud and smile:

An afternoon of tea

The little lamb perks up both ears

It knows what that will be

The kitchen straightens up its sleeves

The kettle clears its throat

You made it through, so set the scene

The finest hour is here

To eat and drink and taste the good

Is heaven's gift, my dear

A reward is not a lazy thing

It's wages, fairly paid

For every early morning and

For every effort made

Mmm... mmm... mmm

You made it through, so set the scene

The finest hour is here

To eat and drink and taste the good

Is heaven's gift, my dear

You made it through, so set the scene

The finest hour is here

To eat and drink and taste the good

Is heaven's gift, my dear

The week is folded, put away

And sweetness is begun