歌詞

The leaves go whispering to the pot

And I go quiet too

I choose the tin with the amber blend

The one for gentle days

The dry leaves rustle from the spoon

In small unhurried ways

The water wakes them slowly

They stretch and start to bloom

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The best things take their time

Be still and know that He is God

And stillness is no crime

The pot grows warm between my hands

The color deepens gold

Three minutes of pure nothing-else

Is worth its weight in gold

The clock can mind the minutes

I'll mind the amber glow

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The best things take their time

Be still and know that He is God

And stillness is no crime

You cannot hurry steeping tea

It teaches while it brews:

The deepest gold, the fullest cup

Come only when you choose to lose the rush

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The best things take their time

Be still and know that He is God

And stillness is no crime

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The best things take their time

Be still and know that He is God

And stillness is no crime

The leaves have told the pot their tale

The gold is nearly ready