CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Kitchen Gal
It all pa**ed so quickly by
Underneath her golden sky
Here lies the world of a kitchen girl
As daytime turns to night
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Now it won't be long
'Til the rooms are filled with song
There'll be bread in the hall for one and all
In her home where we all belong
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
As the day bids us farewell
With a tale or two to tell
By the candlelight in the breath of night
In the home of a kitchen girl
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Underneath her golden sky
Here lies the world of a kitchen girl
As daytime turns to night
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Now it won't be long
'Til the rooms are filled with song
There'll be bread in the hall for one and all
In her home where we all belong
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
As the day bids us farewell
With a tale or two to tell
By the candlelight in the breath of night
In the home of a kitchen girl
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
Keep the kettles aflame, the ovens on high
Coming in by the dozens
Cut against the grain so the meat don't dry
We'll all be crying with the onions
