歌詞

The spice shelf wakes from summer sleep

And offers what it holds

I stand on tiptoe, reaching up

To where the small jars stay

The nutmeg and the quiet cloves

Have waited since last May

I twist a lid and there it is

The smell of every fall

Little jars of hidden warmth

Waiting on the shelf

May my kitchen prayer rise up

Like incense, soft and small

A grate of nutmeg, snow of gold

Falls gently through the light

The little lamb beneath me sneezes

Once, polite and slight

A pinch of this, a whisper more

The bowl begins to sing

Little jars of hidden warmth

Waiting on the shelf

May my kitchen prayer rise up

Like incense, soft and small

The smallest things hold deepest warmth

I learn it every year

A jar no bigger than my palm

Can make the whole house dear

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Little jars of hidden warmth

Waiting on the shelf

May my kitchen prayer rise up

Like incense, soft and small

Little jars of hidden warmth

Waiting on the shelf

May my kitchen prayer rise up

Like incense, soft and small

The spice shelf did its quiet work

And autumn fills the room