[Intro: quiet coffee pour, warm acoustic guitar, soft piano; two bars] [Verse 1] Before it found this kitchen, Before this morning light, It grew on Ethiopian hills Where the cherries ripened bright. Across the sea to Yemen, They tended it with care, And brewed a little wakefulness For nights of quiet prayer. [Chorus] There’s a world inside your cup, A little sunrise coming up. Call it coffee, call it java, call it joe, Sip it easy, let the morning take it slow. From a hillside far away To the table where we stay, All those miles come warming up— There’s a world inside your cup. [Verse 2] Mocha was a harbor name Before the chocolate swirl, Java was an island Sending coffee round the world. Qahwah turned to kahve, Then coffee came our way, The names went traveling with the beans We’re grinding up today. [Chorus] There’s a world inside your cup, A little sunrise coming up. Call it coffee, call it java, call it joe, Sip it easy, let the morning take it slow. From a hillside far away To the table where we stay, All those miles come warming up— There’s a world inside your cup. [Instrumental: eight-bar turnaround; mellow jazz guitar carries the chorus melody over upright bass and brushed drums] [Bridge] Espresso, small and mighty, Americano, water in, A latte brings the steamed milk, Cappuccino wears a brim. Some take theirs sweet and creamy, Some take theirs dark and plain, Pull a chair up to the table— I’m glad you came. [Final Chorus: slightly fuller, warm restrained harmony] There’s a world inside your cup, A little sunrise coming up. Call it coffee, call it java, call it joe, Sip it easy, let the morning take it slow. From a hillside far away To the table where we stay, All those miles come warming up— There’s a world inside your cup. [Outro: sung softly] Pour a little, pull a chair up, There’s a world inside your cup. [Gentle guitar and piano resolution; clean final chord]
