歌詞

The clouds part once, the sun leans in

And slants across the floor

A single beam comes through the pane

And lays itself down slow

Across the table, cup and plate

In one long amber row

The dust turns gold, the tea turns gold

And I am gold a while

Slant of light, soft and low

Gild the afternoon

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised, and soon

The little lamb lies in the beam

The way that lambs will do

Its wool is edged in honey light

And it is dreaming too

The beam moves on across the rug

As slow as any psalm

Slant of light, soft and low

Gild the afternoon

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised, and soon

From where the sun comes up in gold

To where it lays its head

His name is to be praised, and so

The slanting light has said

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Slant of light, soft and low

Gild the afternoon

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised, and soon

Slant of light, soft and low

Gild the afternoon

From rising sun to setting sun

His name is praised, and soon

The clouds close up, the beam is gone

And left a little gold