The leaves are waking in the pot
And I'm in no hurry at all
I spoon the leaves into the pot
They rustle like dry fall
The water wakes them one by one
They stretch and slowly sprawl
Three minutes on the timer
Three minutes just to be
Good things take their steeping time
And so, I've heard, do I
So let the amber deepen slow
While rain is passing by
The color climbs inside the glass
From gold to something more
This little cup of patient warmth
Is worth the waiting for
To eat and drink and find the good
In all our humble days
Good things take their steeping time
And so, I've heard, do I
So let the amber deepen slow
While rain is passing by
This too is gift, the old book says
The cup, the work, the rest
The simple warmth between two hands
Is treasure at its best
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Good things take their steeping time
And so, I've heard, do I
So let the amber deepen slow
While rain is passing by
Good things take their steeping time
And so, I've heard, do I
So let the amber deepen slow
While rain is passing by
The leaves have opened in the pot
And so, it seems, have I
