歌詞

A spoon of leaves, a kettle's breath

And the pot begins to bloom

I open up the darjeeling tin

And breathe the muscat gold

Two spoons into the warming pot

The way that I was told

The water pours, the leaves unfurl

And amber starts to rise

Steep it slow, let it bloom

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

The little lamb has lifted its nose

To catch the drifting scent

It closes both its eyes and hums

As if it knows what's meant

Three minutes by the window clock

I count them with the leaves

Steep it slow, let it bloom

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

O taste and see that He is good

The psalmist said it plain

And tea that's steeped with patient hands

Says it back again

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Steep it slow, let it bloom

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

Steep it slow, let it bloom

Golden in the pot

Taste and see that He is good

In every cup you've got

A spoon of leaves, a kettle's breath

And the pot is gold and done