歌詞

Rain on the roof means one thing:

It's time to put the kettle on

The kettle hums its low first note

The rain keeps time outside

Two spoons of little chamomile suns

Dried gold from warmer days

The steam climbs up to meet the gray

And wins by being warm

He refreshes the weary soul

Sometimes with tea, I think

A pot of gold on a silver day

Is medicine to drink

The good cup waits, the honey jar

Stands ready with its spoon

The rain can have the garden —

This kitchen's spoken for

Three minutes for the steeping

The rain can count them out

He refreshes the weary soul

Sometimes with tea, I think

A pot of gold on a silver day

Is medicine to drink

I pour it slow and watch the gold

Swirl up to meet the rim

One cup for me, and on the sill

A thimbleful of warmth

Mmm... mmm... mmm

He refreshes the weary soul

Sometimes with tea, I think

A pot of gold on a silver day

Is medicine to drink

He refreshes the weary soul

Sometimes with tea, I think

A pot of gold on a silver day

Is medicine to drink

Rain on the roof means one thing —

And it's already poured