歌詞

The oven takes it from my hands

And gives the house perfume

The pie is in, the timer's set

There's nothing left to do

But let the smell of apples walk

Through every quiet room

So I put on the kettle now

The waiting has a taste

Sweet perfume of something baked

Is drifting down the hall

Like a fragrance rising up

A sweetness through it all

I pour a cup and take the chair

That's nearest to the warmth

The little lamb lies by the stove

Its nose toward the north

The first sip meets the cinnamon

That's floating in the air

Sweet perfume of something baked

Is drifting down the hall

Like a fragrance rising up

A sweetness through it all

We are to Him an aroma sweet

The old epistle says

May this whole house and my whole heart

Smell something like His grace

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Sweet perfume of something baked

Is drifting down the hall

Like a fragrance rising up

A sweetness through it all

Sweet perfume of something baked

Is drifting down the hall

Like a fragrance rising up

A sweetness through it all

The oven hums its low warm song

And I am steeped in sweet