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The alarm rings soft, I hit the snooze
You hum a song while I tie my shoes
We find our jackets near the door
The day begins with nothing more
The stove is lit, we stir the pot
You taste the soup and say it’s hot
We butter bread and pass it round
The little things are what I’ve found
We fold the towels and stack them neat
You sweep the floor and tap your feet
These ordinary hours ring true
I’d pick this calm over any view
We fold the towels and stack them neat
You sweep the floor and tap your feet
Your laugh at nothing is my song
This gentle life is where I belong
The stove is lit, we stir the pot
You taste the soup and say it’s hot
We butter bread and pass it round
The little things are what I’ve found
We fold the towels and stack them neat
You sweep the floor and tap your feet
These ordinary hours ring true
I’d pick this calm over any view
We fold the towels and stack them neat
You sweep the floor and tap your feet
Your laugh at nothing is my song
This gentle life is where I belong