歌詞

A spoon of gold, a splash of spice

The syrup starts to sing

Into the smallest copper pot

Go pumpkin, sugar, spice

The lowest flame beneath it hums

And stirs the syrup nice

I lift the ladle, let it fall

A ribbon, amber-bright

Ladle slow, ladle sweet

Let the syrup pour

He fills my cup until it runs

Right over, and then more

The lamb is watching every drip

With very solemn eyes

As if the ladle were a moon

Descending from the skies

I strain it in a little jar

And set it by the cups

Ladle slow, ladle sweet

Let the syrup pour

He fills my cup until it runs

Right over, and then more

My cup runs over, said the psalm

And syrup taught me how

For what He pours is never scarce

It's always over, now

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Ladle slow, ladle sweet

Let the syrup pour

He fills my cup until it runs

Right over, and then more

Ladle slow, ladle sweet

Let the syrup pour

He fills my cup until it runs

Right over, and then more

A jar of gold beside the cups

And the syrup's done its song