Verse 1

Ebi, your hands knew the warmth of the kitchen

Flour on your sleeve, the kettle singing low

You fed us before we had learned how to ask

And made every small room feel like home

Pre-Chorus

You carried three children through ordinary years

Two daughters, one son, held close through the weather

Now your grandson keeps your stories near

And the old days gather together

Chorus

Ebi, I still save a place for you

By the window where the afternoon falls

I miss your quiet, patient way

The way you cared for us all

You loved us in the things you made

In every meal, in every door left wide

Ebi, though the years have taken you far