[Verse 1] I learned it young beside the stove, A wooden spoon, a coal-red glow. The old pot rattled on its ring, And Grandma said, “Now mind this thing.” [Pre-Chorus] Don’t chase the circle, don’t force the heat, Some little storms have their own beat. [Chorus] Don’t stir the same pot too long, Don’t make a hard hand of a soft song. It’ll slosh out, it’ll find your skin, And leave a lesson burning in. Just swirl your magic where it does the most good; Let the rest turn slow like the hills always would. [Verse 2] I’ve watched a kind word sour with strain, A good root drown beneath the rain. The moon keeps time without a shove, The creek knows where to carry love. [Pre-Chorus] Ease your wrist and lower the flame, Not every change needs your name. [Chorus] Don’t stir the same pot too long, Don’t make a hard hand of a soft song. It’ll slosh out, it’ll find your skin, And leave a lesson burning in. Just swirl your magic where it does the most good; Let the rest turn slow like the hills always would. [Bridge] Round the rim, then let it be, A little space can set things free. What needs your touch will rise in time; What doesn’t need it keeps its rhyme. [Final Chorus] Don’t stir the same pot too long, Don’t make a hard hand of a soft song. It’ll slosh out, it’ll find your skin, And leave a lesson burning in. Just swirl your magic where it does the most good; Let the rest turn slow like the hills always would. [Outro] Easy now, the kettle knows, Turn the spoon and let it go.
