歌詞

The sky is soft and pewter grey

The window seat is mine

I pull the little table close

To where the window stands

And set a cup, a plate, a book

Within reach of my hands

The afternoon is overcast

And that's a kind of calm

Overcast, soft and slow

Nothing needs to shine

Wait upon the Lord, my heart

And take your own sweet time

The little lamb has found the rug

Beneath the window's light

It settles with a woolly sigh

And everything's all right

The kettle sings a note away

The leaves outside hold still

Overcast, soft and slow

Nothing needs to shine

Wait upon the Lord, my heart

And take your own sweet time

Wait for the Lord, be strong of heart

The psalm has said it well

And grey afternoons are made for that

As any window tells

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Overcast, soft and slow

Nothing needs to shine

Wait upon the Lord, my heart

And take your own sweet time

Overcast, soft and slow

Nothing needs to shine

Wait upon the Lord, my heart

And take your own sweet time

The sky is soft and pewter grey

And I am at the glass