歌詞

The loaf goes in, the door goes shut

And the waiting smells like home

I pour the batter in the tin

And smooth it with the spoon

The oven takes it from my hands

And promises me soon

Within a minute, maybe two

The spice begins to walk

Little loaf, rise up slow

Fill the house with gold

The Bread of Life is near to me

In every loaf I hold

The little lamb lies by the stove

Its nose toward the warmth

It does not know what bread will be

But trusts the smell of it

The window fogs, the kettle hums

The afternoon leans in

Little loaf, rise up slow

Fill the house with gold

The Bread of Life is near to me

In every loaf I hold

I am the bread of life, He said

And I remember here

For every loaf that rises up

Reminds me He is near

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Little loaf, rise up slow

Fill the house with gold

The Bread of Life is near to me

In every loaf I hold

Little loaf, rise up slow

Fill the house with gold

The Bread of Life is near to me

In every loaf I hold

The loaf is in, the house is sweet

And the waiting smells like home