Pray -

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