Full tablePull a chair, there's always moreMâm cơm đầy, this is what the long years were forFull tableWhoa-oh, three generations and the same old jokesThe kids are loud, the parents grey, the cousins all grown tallThe little ones asleep beneath the coats out in the hallThis is the wealth that never showed up in a bankThe middle of a life, and so much to thankFull table, mâm cơm đầy, what the long years were forYou blink and you're the elder now, the story-teller's seatThe one who keeps the recipes, the one who sets the heatHold it while it's full, this room, this loud, this nowOne day you'll give a lot to hear it, so love it loud somehowSo fill another bowl and pull the little ones up nearThe years go by like seasons but the love stays right hereSum họp một nhà, the whole family in one placeThis is the wealth that money never bought, this graceFull tablePull a chair, there's always moreMâm cơm đầy, this is what the long years were forFull table, whoa-oh, the same old jokes
