Lyric

Morning rests on the kitchen chair

Warm bread cooling by the open air

You turn the cup and smile at me

Soft as the leaves on the olive tree

Stay a little, take your time

Let the quiet fall in line

With your hand resting close to mine

This bright day is yours and mine

A blue bowl catches the window sun

The day has only just begun

Your linen sleeve brushes my arm

Small little moments keep us warm

Stay a little, take your time

Let the quiet fall in line

With your hand resting close to mine

This bright day is yours and mine

No need to promise where we’ll go

There’s plenty here for us to know

A simple room, a gentle view

And every calm thing leads to you

Morning rests, the hours unfold

Your quiet laugh is soft as gold

Stay a little, take your time

This bright day is yours and mine