歌詞

Whisk it up, whisk it high

Make a cloud inside the cup

The milk goes in the little pan

I warm it, then I whisk

It rises up in creamy waves

A cloud that's mine to risk

The foam grows tall, the foam grows soft

A pillow, white and sweet

Foam it up, snowy white

Little cloud, soft and light

Wash me, Lord, and I will be

Whiter than the snow

The lamb sits up to see the foam

And tilts its woolly head

It thinks the foam looks just like it

And nods, as if to say

I tap the pan and spin the foam

And laugh at how it shines

Foam it up, snowy white

Little cloud, soft and light

Wash me, Lord, and I will be

Whiter than the snow

Wash me, and I'll be whiter

Than the snow, the psalmist wrote

And every cloud of foam I make

Reminds me of that note

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Foam it up, snowy white

Little cloud, soft and light

Wash me, Lord, and I will be

Whiter than the snow

Foam it up, snowy white

Little cloud, soft and light

Wash me, Lord, and I will be

Whiter than the snow

Whisked it up, whisked it high

A cloud is waiting in the cup