歌詞

The roasted halves are soft as sighs

And gold beneath the fork

The oven gave them back to me

All tender, sweet and warm

I press the fork and watch them fold

Into a golden form

A little steam, a little sigh

The bowl fills up with sun

Press it soft, press it slow

Taste and see it's good

The Lord is kind in golden things

As every kitchen should

The little lamb is on its chair

And peering at the bowl

It tastes a dab from off my thumb

And blinks with all its soul

I scrape the skins and smooth the rest

Until it shines like silk

Press it soft, press it slow

Taste and see it's good

The Lord is kind in golden things

As every kitchen should

O taste and see that He is good

I taste it in the gold

For sweetness hidden in the plain

Is what His hands unfold

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Press it soft, press it slow

Taste and see it's good

The Lord is kind in golden things

As every kitchen should

Press it soft, press it slow

Taste and see it's good

The Lord is kind in golden things

As every kitchen should

The roasted halves are gold and gone

Into a bowl of sun