One More Bowl_ (The Soup Song)

"One More Bowl" The Soup Song

Raindrops tapping on my window pane,
Chilly nights, here we go again.
But I know just the thing to do,
A pot of soup will pull me through.

Chop the onions, stir it right,
Let it simmer through the night.
A pinch of love, a dash of time,
Now it’s ready, warm and fine.

One more bowl, fill me up,
Let me taste that golden cup.
Sip by sip, it warms my soul,
Soup is love, it makes me whole.

Tomato bright, or chicken deep,
Spices dance while flavors steep.
From grandma’s hands to midnight dreams,
Soup is more than what it seems.

Chop the onions, stir it right,
Let it simmer through the night.
A pinch of love, a dash of time,
Now it’s ready, warm and fine.

One more bowl, fill me up,
Let me taste that golden cup.
Sip by sip, it warms my soul,
Soup is love, it makes me whole.

Pass it 'round, don’t be shy,
A bowl of joy, a taste so high.
No matter where, no matter when,
Soup will bring us home again.

So when the world feels cold outside,
And you need some love inside,
Pour a cup and take it slow,
Soup is love—you’ll always know.