Track 4 of the album Third Place and Grinning · 2021
Stir It Slow, the Way She Did
“A tribute to a grandmother's worn wooden spoon. It's the one song that makes our bass section go quiet.”
classical crossover · choral pop · folk hymn · 4:24
Lyrics
Her wooden spoon is worn down on one side From sixty years of stirring in the steam I found it in a drawer, a little wide And suddenly I'm standing in her dream The kitchen smells of cinnamon and rain I'm far from every street I used to know But when I hold the spoon, I'm home again And her hands are on mine, patient, slow Don't hurry, love, the good things rise She said it with a twinkle in her eyes Stir it slow, the way she did Round and round, let the sweetness come Stir it slow, the way she did Every spoonful is a song we hum Three generations in one pot Sing it loud for all she's taught Stir it slow, the way she did And the whole wide world will taste of home The notes she left are written in a hand That leans like wind across a field of wheat A pinch of this, a handful, understand And patience is the secret to the sweet I call my sister on the other shore We cook the same soup, miles of sea between And somehow there's a grandmother once more Steaming in the space we've never seen Don't hurry, love, the good things rise She said it with a twinkle in her eyes Stir it slow, the way she did Round and round, let the sweetness come Stir it slow, the way she did Every spoonful is a song we hum Three generations in one pot Sing it loud for all she's taught Stir it slow, the way she did And the whole wide world will taste of home Pass the bowl along the table Pass the story down the line Every hand that's ever stirred it Leaves a little of its shine Stir it slow, the way she did Round and round, let the sweetness come Stir it slow, the way she did Every spoonful is a song we hum Three generations in one pot Sing it loud for all she's taught Stir it slow, the way she did And the whole wide world will taste of home Stir it slow Stir it slow The way she did