歌詞

The copper pot goes in the sink

And shines the day away

I wash the little copper pot

The whisk, the spoon, the tin

The syrup jar, the sifter too

And set them drying in

The suds are warm, the window's dim

The kitchen hums goodnight

Rinse it clean, set it right

Hang the towel dry

May the Lord make firm the work

Of hands like yours and mine

The little lamb has fallen still

Beside the copper glow

It watches bubbles on the pot

And blinks them, soft and slow

The counter's clear, the loaf is wrapped

The spice jars back in line

Rinse it clean, set it right

Hang the towel dry

May the Lord make firm the work

Of hands like yours and mine

Establish Lord, the work of hands

The psalmist gently prayed

And even washing copper pots

Is work that He has weighed

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Rinse it clean, set it right

Hang the towel dry

May the Lord make firm the work

Of hands like yours and mine

Rinse it clean, set it right

Hang the towel dry

May the Lord make firm the work

Of hands like yours and mine

The copper pot is on its hook

And shining like the day