Lyric

Flour clouds and rolled-up sleeves

Rainy days are made for these

The bowl, the spoon, the butter's soft

The rain keeps drumming on the loft

I cut the rounds and dust the tray

The oven hums the cold away

Bread and butter, day by day

Given in the kindest way

Biscuits rising, windows steam

Kitchen smells like a golden dream

Rain can rattle all it likes

We've got butter, we've got time

The timer ticks, I peek too soon

They're puffing up like tiny moons

I burn my finger, worth the sting

Warm biscuits fix most everything

Biscuits rising, windows steam

Kitchen smells like a golden dream

Rain can rattle all it likes

We've got butter, we've got time

Taste and see that days are good

Even grey ones, baked with love

Biscuits rising, windows steam

Kitchen smells like a golden dream

Rain can rattle all it likes

We've got butter, we've got time

Flour clouds and rolled-up sleeves

Rainy days are made for these