Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Screen door creaks on the hinge Autumn leaves start to fringe Dusty chair sits alone Like a king on a throne Sunlight hits the old floor I don't feel lost anymore [Pre-Chorus] Underneath a stack of mail Found a story, thin and frail Leather bound and stained with blue Bringing back the ghost of you [Chorus] Stirring up the apple butter Hear the porch swing mutter Sweetness in the heavy air I can feel you sitting there Love is just a slow boil Born of heart and honest toil Cinnamon and time Keep your hand in mine [Verse] Chipped mason jars in a row Watch the golden shadows grow Crinkled notes in the margin More than I could bargain Smell of wood smoke rising Always so surprising [Pre-Chorus] Handwriting shaky and small Answering a silent call Sugar, spice, and a heavy pour Like you’re walking through the door [Chorus] Stirring up the apple butter Hear the porch swing mutter Sweetness in the heavy air I can feel you sitting there Love is just a slow boil Born of heart and honest toil Cinnamon and time Keep your hand in mine [Bridge] You said love is a harvest When the winter is the hardest It’s the heat that makes it set Something I won’t ever forget Years may fade and seasons fly But good things never truly die [Verse] The copper pot is still there Resting on the kitchen chair I can almost hear the song That we sang all day long Peeling skins onto the floor Begging for a little more [Chorus] Stirring up the apple butter Hear the porch swing mutter Sweetness in the heavy air I can feel you sitting there Love is just a slow boil Born of heart and honest toil Cinnamon and time Keep your hand in mine [Outro]
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