Don't stop, fill every pot

There once was a woman who was very poor
Knock, knock, knock, knock, who was at the door
A man stood outside asking for some money
'Cash or your sons', it wasn't very funny

The woman found Elisha, 'What should I do
I have no cash, my husband's dead, please give me a clue'
How can I help you, and your trouble and toil
What do you have at home? She said 'A little oil'

Don't stop, fill every pot
Don't stop, fill every pot
Big pots, small pots, short pots, tall
Don't stop until you've filled them all
Don't stop, fill every pot
Don't stop

They went back to their home and boldy shut the door
And as Elisha told them they started to pour
The more she poured the the more the oil filled every pot
Then it stopped flowing, not one more drop

Go and sell the oil, pay back what you owe
Then go and buy some food, pay back what you owe
There once was a woman, she had everything
Food, money, and her sons, and this song to sing