[Intro]
Soft hush of shelves, the clock is kind
A kettle hums, yarn waits to unwind
[Verse 1]
I spent my days behind the library desk,
Cataloging quiet corners where memories rest.
Tonight the needles twitch with a secret glow,
And threads whisper of dinners I never planned before.
[Chorus]
Knitting a feast in the old kitchen glow,
Spaghetti strings twirl where the kettle sings low,
Steam writes recipes on the air I breathe,
I can't wait to 'knit a feast!'
[Verse 2]
The librarian in me shelves the steam and light,
The needles march in rhythm through the night.
Pasta slides from wool to bowls, al dente bright,
A supper born from quiet shelves and night.
[Chorus]
Knitting a feast in the old kitchen glow,
Spaghetti strings twirl where the kettle sings low,
Steam writes recipes on the air I breathe,
I can't wait to 'knit a feast!'
[Bridge]
Dusty memories mingle with basil and thyme,
The clock ticks in rhythm with simmering time.
I trade overdue notices for savory rhymes,
And my secret life keeps knitting through time.
[Chorus]
Knitting a feast in the old kitchen glow,
Spaghetti strings twirl where the kettle sings low,
Steam writes recipes on the air I breathe,
I can't wait to 'knit a feast!'
[Outro]
Old shelves sigh, and I smile at the feast to come.
