Morning Light on Maple Lane

Coffee steam and chirping birds
Morning dew on wooden boards
Grandma's jam and apple pie
Sunshine painting the open sky

Simple days with hearts so kind
A slower pace, a peaceful mind

Morning light on Maple Lane
Where laughter fell like summer rain
And every breeze would sing my name
Through windowpanes and picture frames
I still walk those roads in dreams
Where life was full and hearts were clean
In the soft and golden flame
Of morning light on Maple Lane

Rusty bike and gravel roads
Tales we told in secret codes
Dad's old guitar on Sunday morn
Still strumming where my soul was born

Morning light on Maple Lane
Where laughter fell like summer rain
And every breeze would sing my name
Through windowpanes and picture frames
I still walk those roads in dreams
Where life was full and hearts were clean
In the soft and golden flame
Of morning light on Maple Lane

Even when the city calls
My heart remembers those quiet walls

Take me back, I won't complain
To morning light on Maple Lane