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The kitchen wakes up with the clatter of pans
You pour the first tea and share your plans
We toast to the day, and the bread turns to brown
The whole wide world outside can just settle down
Spring rain taps the roof while we knead the dough
Summer's long light stays late while our stew bubbles slow
The fall wind rattles doors but our small lamp stays low
In the winter quilt, we sleep through the snow
The seasons may turn, but our table is the same
You pass me the salt, and I whisper your name
Your steady presence puts my heart to rest
With every bite, I know I'm at my best
The seasons may turn, but our table is the same
You pass me the salt, and I whisper your name
No big words, no grand schemes, just the simple way
Your hand in my palm is my favorite place to stay
Spring rain taps the roof while we knead the dough
Summer's long light stays late while our stew bubbles slow
The fall wind rattles doors but our small lamp stays low
In the winter quilt, we sleep through the snow
The seasons may turn, but our table is the same
You pass me the salt, and I whisper your name
Your steady presence puts my heart to rest
With every bite, I know I'm at my best
The seasons may turn, but our table is the same
You pass me the salt, and I whisper your name
No big words, no grand schemes, just the simple way
Your hand in my palm is my favorite place to stay
