The Golden Kettle
I am a golden kettle, making sould food tea.
When my tea leaves settle, won't you have a cup of me?
Upon a silver oven, my whislte makes its call.
I am so full of lovin', there is enough for all.
When my tea leaves settle, won't you have a cup of me?
Upon a silver oven, my whislte makes its call.
I am so full of lovin', there is enough for all.