Lyrics
[Verse 1] Morning finds me tying on my apron Fresh lime waiting, peppers in a row At the harbor festival, the tables fill I stir the pot and watch the good times grow [Chorus] Come taste a little, pull your chair up near A plate can turn a stranger to a friend I cook with love, and everyone belongs There’s room for one more at this table again [Verse 2] Sweet plantain browning, herbs beneath my fingers A pot of stew sends its welcome through the air Miss june brings guava, young luis brings a story We trade our favorite bites and gladly share [Chorus] Come taste a little, pull your chair up near A plate can turn a stranger to a friend I cook with love, and everyone belongs There’s room for one more at this table again [Bridge] From the first small taste to the last clean dish Every voice finds a place beside the flame Different homes, one long table And every guest leaves knowing someone’s name [Final chorus] Come taste a little, pull your chair up near A plate can turn a stranger to a friend I cook with love, and everyone belongs There’s room for one more at this table again [Outro] Pass the bowl around, let the good day stay There’s room for one more at this table today
