歌詞

The day of apples closes now

With one more quiet cup

The lamp is low, the mugs are two

Though only one is mine

The other's for the sleepy lamb

Who kept me company fine

I fold my hands around the warmth

And say a small goodnight

May the Lord bless you and keep you

Make His face to shine

On every kitchen, every heart

And every crumb of thine

The house still smells of nutmeg gold

The oven's cooling tick

Is counting out the day's last sums

And all of them add thanks

For flour, fruit, and folded cloth

For hands that got to make

May the Lord bless you and keep you

Make His face to shine

On every kitchen, every heart

And every crumb of thine

And may He lift His countenance

And give you peace tonight

The oldest blessing, warm as pie

And just as gently spiced

Mmm... mmm... mmm

May the Lord bless you and keep you

Make His face to shine

On every kitchen, every heart

And every crumb of thine

May the Lord bless you and keep you

Make His face to shine

On every kitchen, every heart

And every crumb of thine

The day of apples closes now

And peace is on the house