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[Intro] [Verse] Dust motes dancing in the light Cardboard boxes, colors bright Twenty-eight and feeling small Shadows stretching down the hall Found a stack of faded blue Grandma’s heart is coming through [Pre-Chorus] Her handwriting is elegant and slow Telling tales I didn't know About the boy by the creek And the words they didn't speak [Chorus] Wild clover pressed in ink Time to stop and time to think Small-town secrets, quiet ways Living in these golden days Chipped mugs and cotton thread Everything she never said [Post-Chorus] Oh, the little moments Oh, the quiet grace [Verse] A postcard from a summer fair Ribbons in her braided hair She wrote of rain on cedar trees And honey made by mountain bees One patch of quilt, a jagged red “Love is patient,” so she said [Pre-Chorus] I touch the paper, thin and old Stories that were never told Of a porch light left on late Waiting by the garden gate [Chorus] Wild clover pressed in ink Time to stop and time to think Small-town secrets, quiet ways Living in these golden days Chipped mugs and cotton thread Everything she never said [Bridge] The floorboards creak a soft refrain Washing out the heavy pain She found home in little things In the song the kettle sings Now I hold the paper tight Guided by her gentle light [Verse] I see the man she chose to stay Before the hair turned silver-gray No grand gestures, just a hand Working on the family land She kept the stamps, she kept the grace I see her smile across my face It’s a map of where I’m from Knowing who I will become [Chorus] Wild clover pressed in ink Time to stop and time to think Small-town secrets, quiet ways Living in these golden days Chipped mugs and cotton thread Everything she never said [Post-Chorus] Oh, the little moments Oh, the quiet grace [Outro]
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