歌詞

The white cloth opens like a sail

And settles like the snow

I float the linen over wood

And smooth it with my palm

Each wrinkle leaves beneath my hand

The table takes its calm

The lace goes on like frost on glass

The corners hang just so

Set the stage for something sweet

Establish, bless the plan

May He confirm our handiwork

The small works of our hands

The little lamb walks one slow lap

Inspecting every side

It tugs one corner gently straight

Assistant, dignified

A table dressed is half a feast

The promise is in place

Set the stage for something sweet

Establish, bless the plan

May He confirm our handiwork

The small works of our hands

There's ceremony in a cloth

For no one but yourself

It says: today deserves the lace

Not folded on the shelf

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Set the stage for something sweet

Establish, bless the plan

May He confirm our handiwork

The small works of our hands

Set the stage for something sweet

Establish, bless the plan

May He confirm our handiwork

The small works of our hands

The white cloth holds the afternoon

And waits for what comes next