Cinnamon whispers
Verse 1) First light through the kitchen blinds Flour like snow in quiet lines Wooden bowl and a steady hand Butter cold like winter land Cut it in slow till it turns to sand Pinch of salt like a wedding band Drizzle water, don’t rush the feel Bring it together, let the dough heal Wrap it close, let it rest in time Patience is the secret rhyme (Chorus) Roll it out under sugar and sky Fold your love into apple pie Cinnamon whispers, brown sugar sighs Home is the scent when the crust turns gold and high Every slice is a lullaby From your hands to the oven’s sigh Take it slow, let the warmth rise That’s how you make an apple pie (Verse 2) Peel the apples, thin and bright Tart and sweet in morning light Toss them gently, lemon rain Nutmeg dust and clove refrain Sugar melts in amber streams Butter dots like summer dreams Stir it soft, don’t bruise the sound Let the flavors gather round Roll the crust, lay it deep Cradle the fruit like a secret to keep (Chorus) Roll it out under sugar and sky Fold your love into apple pie Cinnamon whispers, brown sugar sighs Home is the scent when the crust turns gold and high Every slice is a lullaby From your hands to the oven’s sigh Take it slow, let the warmth rise That’s how you make an apple pie (Bridge) Weave the lattice, cross the seams Brush with cream for golden gleam Sprinkle sugar, crystal rain Slide it in, let fire explain Wait through the quiet ticking air Sweet perfume everywhere Juice will bubble, edges brown Simple things can wear a crown (Final Chorus) Roll it out under sugar and sky Fold your love into apple pie Let it cool though you want to try The first warm bite makes time slip by From flour and fruit to amber light From careful hands to perfect night It’s more than crust and spice inside It’s memory baked in apple pie.
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Verse 1) First light through the kitchen blinds Flour like snow in quiet lines Wooden bowl and a steady hand Butter cold like winter land Cut it in slow till it turns to sand Pinch of salt like a wedding band Drizzle water, don’t rush the feel Bring it together, let the dough heal Wrap it close, let it rest in time Patience is the secret rhyme (Chorus) Roll it out under sugar and sky Fold your love into apple pie Cinnamon whispers, brown sugar sighs Home is the scent when the crust turns gold and high Every slice is a lullaby From your hands to the oven’s sigh Take it slow, let the warmth rise That’s how you make an apple pie (Verse 2) Peel the apples, thin and bright Tart and sweet in morning light Toss them gently, lemon rain Nutmeg dust and clove refrain Sugar melts in amber streams Butter dots like summer dreams Stir it soft, don’t bruise the sound Let the flavors gather round Roll the crust, lay it deep Cradle the fruit like a secret to keep (Chorus) Roll it out under sugar and sky Fold your love into apple pie Cinnamon whispers, brown sugar sighs Home is the scent when the crust turns gold and high Every slice is a lullaby From your hands to the oven’s sigh Take it slow, let the warmth rise That’s how you make an apple pie (Bridge) Weave the lattice, cross the seams Brush with cream for golden gleam Sprinkle sugar, crystal rain Slide it in, let fire explain Wait through the quiet ticking air Sweet perfume everywhere Juice will bubble, edges brown Simple things can wear a crown (Final Chorus) Roll it out under sugar and sky Fold your love into apple pie Let it cool though you want to try The first warm bite makes time slip by From flour and fruit to amber light From careful hands to perfect night It’s more than crust and spice inside It’s memory baked in apple pie.