Bless this table
Bless this bread
Bless the boards above our head
Keep our sins beneath the shed
We do not eat alone
She sets the wicker jug
And pulls the kitchen snug
And rings the supper bowl
With a spoon
She carries out the plates
And squeezes past the crates
And butters every roll
With a tune
He gives his hands a wipe
And hangs his evening pipe
And sits down on his knees
With his wife
He papers up their laps
Outside the rooster flaps
As he counts out the peas
With a knife
And the frames come together
As we pray on the floor
And we hold hands and weather
With our backs to the door
She sits beside her mom
And pours her doll a dram
And tips the wooden spout
On a shoe
Pa signals her to hush
She gives her doll a shush
They blow the candles out
Two by two
And the frames come together
As we pray on the floor
And we hold hands and weather
With our backs to the door
Bless this table
Bless this bread
Bless the boards above our head
Keep our sins beneath the shed
We do not eat alone
There's breathing at the gate
And chatter in the paint
And a stubborn stain
In the hall
The wind tears at the beams
The windmill blades and screams
The dogs claw through the chains
And the wall
Bless this table
Bless this bread
Bless the boards above our head
Keep our sins beneath the shed
We do not eat alone
Bless this table
Bless this bread
Bless the boards above our head
Keep our sins beneath the shed
We do not eat alone
Bless this table
Bless this bread
Bless the boards above our head
Keep our sins beneath the shed
We do not eat alone
Bless this table
Bless this bread
Bless the boards above our head
Keep our sins beneath the shed
We do not eat alone