Momma, We're Home
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@ Jeffrey William
2026-10-25 03:32:17
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The screen door sighs at the old house again
Your apron’s still hanging by the kitchen fan
You set out the good plates, though we said we’d be late
And laugh when the cousins come tumbling through the gate
[Chorus]
Momma, we’re home, all the years folded small
Your arms make a place big enough for us all
We bring you our stories, our children, our cares
And find the same love waiting right there
[Verse 2]
Dad’s chair sits empty, but his jokes still get told
By the ones who remember that fishing trip in the cold
The little ones listen, then run out to play
While you pass around pie like it’s just any day
[Chorus]
Momma, we’re home, all the years folded small
Your arms make a place big enough for us all
We bring you our stories, our children, our cares
And find the same love waiting right there
[Bridge]
When the dishes are done and the porch quiets down
I’ll sit by your side while the evening comes round
No grand thing to say, no promise to make
Just thankful for one more memory to take
[Final Chorus]
Momma, we’re home, all the years folded small
Your arms make a place big enough for us all
We bring you our stories, our children, our cares
And find the same love waiting right there
[Outro]
The screen door sighs as we head down the lane
You wave from the doorway; we’ll come back again
The screen door sighs at the old house again
Your apron’s still hanging by the kitchen fan
You set out the good plates, though we said we’d be late
And laugh when the cousins come tumbling through the gate
[Chorus]
Momma, we’re home, all the years folded small
Your arms make a place big enough for us all
We bring you our stories, our children, our cares
And find the same love waiting right there
[Verse 2]
Dad’s chair sits empty, but his jokes still get told
By the ones who remember that fishing trip in the cold
The little ones listen, then run out to play
While you pass around pie like it’s just any day
[Chorus]
Momma, we’re home, all the years folded small
Your arms make a place big enough for us all
We bring you our stories, our children, our cares
And find the same love waiting right there
[Bridge]
When the dishes are done and the porch quiets down
I’ll sit by your side while the evening comes round
No grand thing to say, no promise to make
Just thankful for one more memory to take
[Final Chorus]
Momma, we’re home, all the years folded small
Your arms make a place big enough for us all
We bring you our stories, our children, our cares
And find the same love waiting right there
[Outro]
The screen door sighs as we head down the lane
You wave from the doorway; we’ll come back again
Style of Music
Soft mellow country ballad, intimate warm lead vocal, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and gentle piano, restrained brushed percussion, rounded upright bass, subtle pedal steel swells between vocal lines. Start close and sparse, gradually add soft harmony vocals and steel in the chorus, then settle into a quiet acoustic outro. Natural room warmth, clear vocal-forward mix, tender and grateful mood.