歌詞

The last cup travels to the glass

To watch the light grow long

I carry what the pot kept back

Its final golden pour

And stand where I can see the world

That I don't need right now

The cup is warm, the glass is cool

The hour hangs between

Lift the cup of gratitude

The keeping kind of sip

I'll raise the cup of all His good

And let the last drop slip

The lamb has followed, soft as thought

And leans against my shin

Two silhouettes, one windowpane

One afternoon tucked in

Some hours you drink, some hours you keep

And this one's both at once

Lift the cup of gratitude

The keeping kind of sip

I'll raise the cup of all His good

And let the last drop slip

A keepsake needs no box or string

It folds up small and bright:

The taste of one rewarded week

Held in the fading light

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Lift the cup of gratitude

The keeping kind of sip

I'll raise the cup of all His good

And let the last drop slip

Lift the cup of gratitude

The keeping kind of sip

I'll raise the cup of all His good

And let the last drop slip

The last cup empties at the glass

The keepsake stays with me