歌詞

The house is filling slowly up

With something like a hymn

It starts out in the kitchen where

The oven keeps its word

Then wanders down the hallway like

The sweetest thing unheard

It rounds the corner gently

It climbs the sunny stairs

The whole house smells like almost-done

Like butter, warmth and gold

May my little life so rise and drift

A fragrance sweet and old

The curtains hold a little of it

The cushions hold some more

By evening even coats will smell

Like what the oven bore

The lamb lifts up its little nose

And follows it around

The whole house smells like almost-done

Like butter, warmth and gold

May my little life so rise and drift

A fragrance sweet and old

Some prayers are said with folded hands

And some rise up like this

A house that smells of patient love

Is one long wordless bliss

Mmm... mmm... mmm

The whole house smells like almost-done

Like butter, warmth and gold

May my little life so rise and drift

A fragrance sweet and old

The whole house smells like almost-done

Like butter, warmth and gold

May my little life so rise and drift

A fragrance sweet and old

The house is full and holding it

Like something like a hymn