Upbeat · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only
Bring the bowl with the chipped blue rim,
Bring the loaf and cut it thin.
Pull the table from the wall,
We can make a place for all.
One more chair, a little room,
Bread and stories, evening bloom.
No one has to earn their seat,
Come as you are and take your time to eat.
Someone brings a quiet day,
Someone has too much to say.
Pass the butter, let it go,
There are things we need not know.
One more chair, a little space,
We can set a slower pace.
When the plates are put away,
Let the welcome be the thing that stays.
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