歌詞

A basket at the kitchen door

And autumn's come to call

A bushel full of ruby red

Was waiting on the step

Each apple wears a coat of shine

The orchard must have kept

I carry in the harvest smell

Of leaves and morning dew

Bring them in, the season's here

The kitchen's waking too

The Lord gives every good thing time

And now it's time to bake

The little lamb comes trotting close

To sniff the woven load

It nudges one that tries to roll

Away along the road

I line them on the counter like

A row of setting suns

Bring them in, the season's here

The kitchen's waking too

The Lord gives every good thing time

And now it's time to bake

For He who made the orchard bough

Has made this morning sweet

The land has yielded up its gift

And laid it at my feet

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Bring them in, the season's here

The kitchen's waking too

The Lord gives every good thing time

And now it's time to bake

Bring them in, the season's here

The kitchen's waking too

The Lord gives every good thing time

And now it's time to bake

A basket at the kitchen door

And joy inside it all