歌詞

Cold butter, patient flour

The start of something good

I cut the butter, square by square

Into the waiting white

My grandmother would say the cold

Is what makes flaky right

So I work quick with lightest hands

The way that she once showed

Taste and see, the oven says

That everything is good

The simplest things become a feast

When made with quiet love

The crumbs turn soft like garden sand

Beneath my floured hands

The little lamb has flour too

Right where its nose had been

A spoon of water, gathered up

The dough becomes a moon

Taste and see, the oven says

That everything is good

The simplest things become a feast

When made with quiet love

O taste and see that He is good

The psalmist wrote it true

I taste it in the making too

In flour, salt, and dew

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Taste and see, the oven says

That everything is good

The simplest things become a feast

When made with quiet love

Taste and see, the oven says

That everything is good

The simplest things become a feast

When made with quiet love

Cold butter, patient flour

And rest inside the bowl