歌詞

The oven hums a golden song

The scones are on their way

The dough went in as sleepy rounds

All pale and shy and small

And now the smell comes wandering

To fetch me down the hall

The crumpets bubble on the pan

A choir of tiny rings

Rise up golden, little scones

The butter's standing by

He brings the bread that makes hearts strong

And so, in fact, do I

The lamb sits sentry by the stove

Nose twitching at the seams

Officially: security

In truth: it guards its dreams

A peek — they're tall and freckled gold

Two minutes more, be brave

Rise up golden, little scones

The butter's standing by

He brings the bread that makes hearts strong

And so, in fact, do I

Nothing store-bought smells like this

The kitchen wears the crown

The proudest scent a home can hold:

Fresh scones on their way down

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Rise up golden, little scones

The butter's standing by

He brings the bread that makes hearts strong

And so, in fact, do I

Rise up golden, little scones

The butter's standing by

He brings the bread that makes hearts strong

And so, in fact, do I

The oven takes a little bow

The scones come out to cheers