歌詞

A little space, a patch of sun

Is all a letter needs

I clear a corner of the desk

And wipe the morning dust

The paper box comes off the shelf

The one with roses pressed

Which page is soft enough to hold

The things I want to say

Bless the small work of my hands

This desk, this quiet hour

May every plain and simple thing

Be made a little flower

The cream one feels like Sunday light

The blue one feels like rain

I choose the cream, I smooth it down

And breathe the page like plain

Bless the small work of my hands

This desk, this quiet hour

May every plain and simple thing

Be made a little flower

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Bless the small work of my hands

This desk, this quiet hour

May every plain and simple thing

Be made a little flower

A little space, a patch of sun

And now the page is mine