歌詞

The water wakes the sleeping herbs

And I stand still to watch

The petals rise and turn and drift

In slow unhurried rings

The color seeps like evening light

Through pale and gentle things

Verbena, lemon, something soft

The steam writes its perfume

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The night has time to spare

Be still and know that He is God

The stillness is a prayer

Three minutes on the little clock

But nobody is counting

The lamp, the book, the waiting chair

The quiet keeps its mounting

The gold grows deeper in the glass

The evening does the same

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The night has time to spare

Be still and know that He is God

The stillness is a prayer

You cannot rush a tisane's gold

And why would anyone?

The steeping is the evening's door

Half-open, one by one

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The night has time to spare

Be still and know that He is God

The stillness is a prayer

Steep it slow, be still, be still

The night has time to spare

Be still and know that He is God

The stillness is a prayer

The water woke the sleeping herbs

And put the day to bed