Lyric

Something simmers on the stove

Smells like comfort, smells like home

Onions gold and butter slow

The radio hums soft and low

I stir the pot and taste and wait

The best things never come in haste

He fills the hungry with good things

So the evening kitchen sings

Let it simmer, let it stew

Nothing else I'd rather do

Warm the bowls and light the flame

Evenings here are never plain

The table's set for tired feet

The bread is warm, the night is sweet

We'll talk about the day we had

The good, the small, and not the bad

Let it simmer, let it stew

Nothing else I'd rather do

Warm the bowls and light the flame

Evenings here are never plain

A simple meal, a quiet grace

Turns a kitchen to a gentle place

Let it simmer, let it stew

Nothing else I'd rather do

Warm the bowls and light the flame

Evenings here are never plain

Something simmers on the stove

Smells like comfort, smells like home