You don't just say grace before you dig in

You stand and dance and sway around the kitchen

And feast your eyes astounded by what you've been given

Before you even sit down in Bountiful

And when you are a man with the pounds on the cupboards

You lapse into a trance and you dance like a lover

Till dinner time has slipped your mind and you can't recover

Like a drunkard stumbling around in Bountiful

And when you fold your hands you laugh 'cause the words escape you

So when you pray you shut your mouth in Bountiful

The harvest moon is high in late September

And life's in great supply of the sweet and the tender

But it's the whole ordeal before the meal you will remember

If you ever make it down to Bountiful