Track 1 of the album Quiet Thunder · 2018
Bake Sale at Bethel Hall
by Nina Vale
“Folding tables, checkered cloths, and a groove you can smell the pie on. A friendly way to walk in.”
soul · church-hall soul · groove soul · 3:50
Lyrics
Folding tables in the church hall Paper cloths all checkered red Sister Mae brought lemon pound cake Brother James brought sugar bread Little kids are counting pennies Grandmas watch them, nod their heads Come on down to Bethel Hall There's a little love for all Sweet and warm and wrapped in wax paper Come on down to Bethel Hall Every slice is a welcome call Take a little, leave a little, sing along Someone's baking for the roof fund Someone's baking for the choir Someone's baking for a neighbour Who has lost her kitchen fire Every pie's a little prayer Every crumb a little choir Come on down to Bethel Hall There's a little love for all Sweet and warm and wrapped in wax paper Come on down to Bethel Hall Every slice is a welcome call Take a little, leave a little, sing along You can't buy what's on the table Not with money, not with pride You pay with how you show up With the neighbours at your side Oh, the whole town's in the kitchen And the door is open wide When the sun goes down on Saturday And the tables are all bare There's a cash box full of coins And a feeling in the air We were never short on sweetness When we all got there Come on down to Bethel Hall There's a little love for all Sweet and warm and wrapped in wax paper Come on down to Bethel Hall Every slice is a welcome call Take a little, leave a little, sing along