歌詞

The mug is rinsed and upside down

A small bell rung and done

The whisk, the pan, the little tin

All resting on the rack

The kitchen smells like chocolate still

And gives the memory back

I made a sweetness out of time

And drank it to the end

Bliss is this: a quiet room

A cup that's been enjoyed

In His presence, fullness of joy

And nothing left a void

The lamb is one soft sleepy curl

Its nose tucked in its wool

It dreams, I'd guess, of dollops lost

And bowls forever full

Tomorrow can bring what it brings

Tonight brought only good

Bliss is this: a quiet room

A cup that's been enjoyed

In His presence, fullness of joy

And nothing left a void

A sweet you make with your own hands

And sip without a clock

Repairs the little worn-out seams

That hurry likes to knock

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Bliss is this: a quiet room

A cup that's been enjoyed

In His presence, fullness of joy

And nothing left a void

Bliss is this: a quiet room

A cup that's been enjoyed

In His presence, fullness of joy

And nothing left a void

The tin goes back upon its shelf

Till sweetness calls again