Stir It Slow (The Soup Song)

"Stir It Slow (The Soup Song)"

Cold wind’s blowing, night feels long,
Need something warm, something strong.
A pot on the stove, let it brew,
A little bit of love, a spoon for you.

Carrots dancing, garlic sings,
Spices swirling, the joy it brings.
Take a sip, close your eyes,
Feel the warmth as it multiplies.

Stir it slow, take your time,
Let the flavors all combine.
One more taste, let it roll,
Soup is love, it feeds the soul.

Chicken noodle on a rainy day,
Tomato bisque when skies turn gray.
Spicy broth when I need a spark,
Pumpkin soup when the nights grow dark.

Carrots dancing, garlic sings,
Spices swirling, the joy it brings.
Take a sip, close your eyes,
Feel the warmth as it multiplies.

Stir it slow, take your time,
Let the flavors all combine.
One more taste, let it roll,
Soup is love, it feeds the soul.

Pass a bowl, share a smile,
Sit and talk, stay a while.
No rush, no need to race,
Soup is comfort, soup is grace.

So when your heart feels tired and cold,
And you need a hand to hold,
Pour a cup, take it slow,
Soup is love—you’ll always know.