Dinner for Forty and a Pot as Big as the Moon

Lyrics

Grandma's got the big pot on,
the one that's older than the street.
Forty cousins, aunts and uncles,
all the neighbours, all the feet.
Chopping boards across the table,
someone's frying, someone's late,
and the smell comes through the window
like a bell outside the gate.

Pass the spoon, pass the salt,
nobody's counting, nothing's at fault.

Dinner for forty and a pot as big as the moon,
there's always room for one more at the table in this room.
Ladle it high, ladle it deep,
sing it till the windows steam.
Dinner for forty and a pot as big as the moon,
and the whole house hums the theme.

Uncle plays the spoons for rhythm,
little cousins stir and sway,
Grandma tastes and shakes her head,
a pinch of this, a splash of that, hooray.
There's no recipe on paper,
just a lifetime in her wrist,
and we eat as if the whole world
could be mended by a twist.

Pass the spoon, pass the salt,
nobody's counting, nothing's at fault.

Dinner for forty and a pot as big as the moon,
there's always room for one more at the table in this room.
Ladle it high, ladle it deep,
sing it till the windows steam.
Dinner for forty and a pot as big as the moon,
and the whole house hums the theme.

When the bowls are scraped and empty
and the stars are coming out,
we sit and tell the old tales
with a slow and sleepy shout.
Someone starts a lullaby,
and the whole long table hums,
and Grandma smiles at all of us,
and that is how it comes.

Dinner for forty and a pot as big as the moon,
there's always room for one more at the table in this room.
Ladle it high, ladle it deep,
sing it till the windows steam.
Dinner for forty and a pot as big as the moon,
and the whole house hums the theme.

Room for one more,
room for one more.