歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Screen door creaks a familiar tune Dusty light in the afternoon Salt is thick upon the glass Watching all the seasons pass Floorboards hum a hollow sound Memories waiting to be found [Pre-Chorus] Found a jar on the shelf Kept it all to herself Fragments of a broken green Colors that I’ve never seen [Chorus] Oh, the tide comes in Where the stories begin Sea glass in a weathered hand Lines written in the sand She left a legacy of grace In this quiet, holy place [Verse] Faded ink on a yellow page Wisdom from a different age Half a sentence left behind Treasures that I had to find She wrote of waves and gulls And the quiet morning lulls [Pre-Chorus] Found a jar on the shelf Kept it all to herself Fragments of a broken green Colors that I’ve never seen [Chorus] Oh, the tide comes in Where the stories begin Sea glass in a weathered hand Lines written in the sand She left a legacy of grace In this quiet, holy place [Bridge] It’s not the gold you leave But the patterns that you weave In the hearts of those you love Like the stars that shine above Soft light on the shore I couldn’t ask for more [Hook] A quiet legacy Flowing like the sea Washing over me Setting spirits free [Verse] Closing up the leather book With one final lingering look The ink is dry, the story told Turning silver into gold I will carry what she knew Keeping every promise true [Chorus] Oh, the tide comes in Where the stories begin Sea glass in a weathered hand Lines written in the sand She left a legacy of grace In this quiet, holy place [Outro]
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