歌詞

The leaves are waking in the pot

And I'm in no hurry at all

I spoon the leaves into the pot

They rustle like dry fall

The water wakes them one by one

They stretch and slowly sprawl

Three minutes on the timer

Three minutes just to be

Good things take their steeping time

And so, I've heard, do I

So let the amber deepen slow

While rain is passing by

The color climbs inside the glass

From gold to something more

This little cup of patient warmth

Is worth the waiting for

To eat and drink and find the good

In all our humble days

Good things take their steeping time

And so, I've heard, do I

So let the amber deepen slow

While rain is passing by

This too is gift, the old book says

The cup, the work, the rest

The simple warmth between two hands

Is treasure at its best

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Good things take their steeping time

And so, I've heard, do I

So let the amber deepen slow

While rain is passing by

Good things take their steeping time

And so, I've heard, do I

So let the amber deepen slow

While rain is passing by

The leaves have opened in the pot

And so, it seems, have I