The light comes in on longer legs
And gilds the tea below
September light is champagne-gold
It pours across the cloth
It finds the cup, the spoon, the steam
And turns them all to soft
The shadows stretch like sleepy cats
The afternoon slows down
Gilded hour, hold your gold
The cup and I will stay
From where the sun begins its rise
To where it slips away
The chai glows amber in the light
A lantern I can drink
The lamb lies gold-edged on the rug
Too warm to even blink
Nobody made this lighting plan
And no one could improve it
Gilded hour, hold your gold
The cup and I will stay
From where the sun begins its rise
To where it slips away
The sun spends summer overhead
And autumn at my table
It leans in low to share the tea
As long as it is able
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Gilded hour, hold your gold
The cup and I will stay
From where the sun begins its rise
To where it slips away
Gilded hour, hold your gold
The cup and I will stay
From where the sun begins its rise
To where it slips away
The light goes home on longer legs
And leaves the gold with me
