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
