歌詞

Flour, butter, currants, cream

And the rain can do its worst

I rub the butter through the flour

Till it's like sand in June

Then tip the currants in and stir

And hum a rainy tune

A splash of cream, a gentle hand

Don't work it, let it be

Currant scones, currant scones

Rising in the heat

Oh taste and see that He is good

And every rainy day is sweet

The little lamb has flour on

Its nose and on its ears

It watched me cut the rounds and now

It's waiting, all in cheers

The oven glows, the window streams

Twelve minutes, maybe ten

Currant scones, currant scones

Rising in the heat

Oh taste and see that He is good

And every rainy day is sweet

Oh taste and see, the psalmist sang

And blessed are those who trust

I take it out and taste and see

The golden, sugared crust

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Currant scones, currant scones

Rising in the heat

Oh taste and see that He is good

And every rainy day is sweet

Currant scones, currant scones

Rising in the heat

Oh taste and see that He is good

And every rainy day is sweet

Flour, butter, currants, cream

And the scones are out