Quiet Moments, Lasting Love
Folk ballad with gentle bluegrass colors: acoustic guitar, dobro, mandolin and upright bass, with an airy female soprano. Tender and sweet, sung in English, about the small, quiet moments that make a love last.
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The kettle starts to sing a low tune.Steam rises in the kitchen light.You’re humming something out of key,While you wait for the tea to brew right.I’m leaning by the pantry door,Watching how you move so slow.It’s not the grand or loud events,It’s the way you let the morning go.Just these quiet things.The peace a Tuesday brings.It’s enough for me.Just these quiet things.The way you hold my hand,Without a word or plan.It’s enough for me.Just these quiet things.We’re sitting on the porch tonight,Listening to the crickets in the grass.You’re folding up the Sunday news,Watching every car and person pass.You didn't buy a dozen roses,Or write a poem in the sky.But you remembered how I like my toast,And that’s the truth behind your eye.Just these quiet things.The peace a Tuesday brings.It’s enough for me.Just these quiet things.The way you hold my hand,Without a word or plan.It’s enough for me.Just these quiet things.The rain is tapping on the glass.We’re sharing space upon the rug.One book for you, one book for me,Inside this comfortable hug.There’s no need for a big parade,Or promises we cannot keep.It’s how you pull the covers up,Before we drift away to sleep.Just these quiet things.The peace a Tuesday brings.It’s enough for me.Just these quiet things.The way you hold my hand,Without a word or plan.It’s enough for me.Just these quiet things.
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