歌詞

The herbal tin sighs open and

The garden says hello

Dried petals, leaves and lemon peel

A meadow in a can

I breathe it in — a summer field

Compressed to fit my hand

No caffeine after eight o'clock

The night must stay a night

Scoop the garden, one small spoon

The kettle's warming through

He grows the herbs for hearts at ease

And grows the evening too

The lamb inspects the fragrant tin

And blinks in mild surprise

A meadow — here — inside the house?

Its world expands in size

The strainer waits, the cup is picked

The night crew is assembled

Scoop the garden, one small spoon

The kettle's warming through

He grows the herbs for hearts at ease

And grows the evening too

Some teas are made for waking up

And some for winding down

Tonight we brew the second kind

The gentlest in town

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Scoop the garden, one small spoon

The kettle's warming through

He grows the herbs for hearts at ease

And grows the evening too

Scoop the garden, one small spoon

The kettle's warming through

He grows the herbs for hearts at ease

And grows the evening too

The herbal tin clicks shut again

The meadow's in the pot