歌詞

The smallest flame, the slowest pot

And apples turning gold

The slices tumble in the pot

With sugar, spice, and time

The lowest flame beneath them keeps

A patient, steady climb

I stir them with the wooden spoon

And watch the amber grow

Low and slow, let it be

Sweetness cannot hurry through

Be still, be still, the pot repeats

And know that He is God

The kitchen windows softly fog

The lamb has found its rug

It watches steam curl to the light

Contented, warm, and snug

The spoon comes up in shining gold

I blow across and taste

Low and slow, let it be

Sweetness cannot hurry through

Be still, be still, the pot repeats

And know that He is God

Be still and know, the Scripture says

And stillness fills the pan

The sweetest things in all my life

Were never rushed to plan

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Low and slow, let it be

Sweetness cannot hurry through

Be still, be still, the pot repeats

And know that He is God

Low and slow, let it be

Sweetness cannot hurry through

Be still, be still, the pot repeats

And know that He is God

The smallest flame, the slowest pot

Has made the morning gold