歌詞

The old tin waits on the highest shelf

Like treasure, which it is

I reach up on my tippy-toes

And bring the round tin down

The label's soft from years of hands

The nicest smell in town

The lid resists, then gives a pop

And cocoa dust takes flight

Open up the sweetest shelf

The one for gentle days

He satisfies my years with good

In small and powdered ways

Inside, the brown is soft and deep

A little velvet field

I tap the side, the powder shifts

The tin gives up its yield

The lamb has heard the lid come off

It's suddenly nearby

Open up the sweetest shelf

The one for gentle days

He satisfies my years with good

In small and powdered ways

Some shelves are for the every-day

The flour and the rice

But one small shelf is kept for joy

And joy is worth the price

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Open up the sweetest shelf

The one for gentle days

He satisfies my years with good

In small and powdered ways

Open up the sweetest shelf

The one for gentle days

He satisfies my years with good

In small and powdered ways

The old tin sits upon the bench

And waits for its big scene