Verse 1

Grandma by the oven, flour on her sleeve

Rolling out the morning like a story we believe

The kettle starts to chatter, wooden table shakes

She says, “Come on, my darling, see the magic that we make”

Pre-Chorus

Butter on the counter, cherries in a bowl

A little pinch of sugar makes the whole house glow

Chorus

We’re baking a pie, rolling dough tonight

Round and round the wooden pin, everything feels right

You laugh, I sing, the old clock swings

Grandma’s kitchen turns to gold when the oven rings

Verse 2

Apron tied in ribbons, cinnamon in the air

She folds the edges neatly, I pretend I know the flair

A radio is playing, the windows breathe in spring