歌詞

The calendar is empty

And oh, the day is wide

I woke up when the morning did

No bell to tell me when

The little square for this whole day

Has nothing in its pen

No list is waiting on the desk

No shoes beside the door

There's nothing on the calendar

And nothing at the door

This is the day the Lord has made

And made it wide and yours

I stretch my arms across the bed

Like snow across a field

The whole white page of one free day

Is mine to leave unfilled

The clock can keep its numbers

I won't be needing them

There's nothing on the calendar

And nothing at the door

This is the day the Lord has made

And made it wide and yours

The kettle knows, the windows know

The floorboards know it too

A day with nothing written down

Is when the light comes through

Mmm... mmm... mmm

There's nothing on the calendar

And nothing at the door

This is the day the Lord has made

And made it wide and yours

There's nothing on the calendar

And nothing at the door

This is the day the Lord has made

And made it wide and yours

The calendar is empty

And I am satisfied