I’m from those warm summer days
Laying in the sun,
Enjoying the breeze.
I’m from the cold winter nights
Wrapped in quilts,
Gazing into the fire.
I’m from a loving home
Playing hide and seek,
Laughing the whole time.
I’m from the homemade food
The flavor only Mom could make,
The smells you’ll never forget.
I’m from hard work
Weeding the garden,
Always finding something to do.
I’m from the long nights
Of too much homework,
Which is never ending.
I’m from the long days
That never go fast enough,
Counting every second impatiently.
I’m from the days and moments that go too fast
The days of fun,
And the days of rest.
I’m from cozy blankets
When you don’t want to get up.
I’m from the cold mornings
When your nose is cold,
Like ice.
I’m from death and decay,
To life and growth.
I’m from those warm summer days
Laying in the sun,
Enjoying the breeze.
I’m from the cold winter nights
Wrapped in quilts,
Gazing into the fire.
I’m from a loving home
Playing hide and seek,
Laughing the whole time.
I’m from the homemade food
The flavor only Mom could make,
The smells you’ll never forget.
I’m from hard work
Weeding the garden,
Always finding something to do.
I’m from the long nights
Of too much homework,
Which is never ending.
I’m from the long days
That never go fast enough,
Counting every second impatiently.
I’m from the days and moments that go too fast
The days of fun,
And the days of rest.
I’m from cozy blankets
When you don’t want to get up.
I’m from the cold mornings
When your nose is cold,
Like ice.
I’m from death and decay,
To life and growth.
I’m from those warm summer days
Laying in the sun,
Enjoying the breeze.
I’m from the cold winter nights
Wrapped in quilts,
Gazing into the fire.
I’m from a loving home
Playing hide and seek,
Laughing the whole time.
I’m from the homemade food
The flavor only Mom could make,
The smells you’ll never forget.
I’m from hard work
Weeding the garden,
Always finding something to do.
I’m from the long nights
Of too much homework,
Which is never ending.
I’m from the long days
That never go fast enough,
Counting every second impatiently.
I’m from the days and moments that go too fast
The days of fun,
And the days of rest.
I’m from cozy blankets
When you don’t want to get up.
I’m from the cold mornings
When your nose is cold,
Like ice.
I’m from death and decay,
To life and growth.
I’m from those warm summer days
Laying in the sun,
Enjoying the breeze.
I’m from the cold winter nights
Wrapped in quilts,
Gazing into the fire.
I’m from a loving home
Playing hide and seek,
Laughing the whole time.
I’m from the homemade food
The flavor only Mom could make,
The smells you’ll never forget.
I’m from hard work
Weeding the garden,
Always finding something to do.
I’m from the long nights
Of too much homework,
Which is never ending.
I’m from the long days
That never go fast enough,
Counting every second impatiently.
I’m from the days and moments that go too fast
The days of fun,
And the days of rest.
I’m from cozy blankets
When you don’t want to get up.
I’m from the cold mornings
When your nose is cold,
Like ice.
I’m from death and decay,
To life and growth.
I’m from those warm summer days
Laying in the sun,
Enjoying the breeze.
I’m from the cold winter nights
Wrapped in quilts,
Gazing into the fire.
I’m from a loving home
Playing hide and seek,
Laughing the whole time.
I’m from the homemade food
The flavor only Mom could make,
The smells you’ll never forget.
I’m from hard work
Weeding the garden,
Always finding something to do.
I’m from the long nights
Of too much homework,
Which is never ending.
I’m from the long days
That never go fast enough,
Counting every second impatiently.
I’m from the days and moments that go too fast
The days of fun,
And the days of rest.
I’m from cozy blankets
When you don’t want to get up.
I’m from the cold mornings
When your nose is cold,
Like ice.
I’m from death and decay,
To life and growth.
I’m from those warm summer days
Laying in the sun,
Enjoying the breeze.
I’m from the cold winter nights
Wrapped in quilts,
Gazing into the fire.
I’m from a loving home
Playing hide and seek,
Laughing the whole time.
I’m from the homemade food
The flavor only Mom could make,
The smells you’ll never forget.
I’m from hard work
Weeding the garden,
Always finding something to do.
I’m from the long nights
Of too much homework,
Which is never ending.
I’m from the long days
That never go fast enough,
Counting every second impatiently.
I’m from the days and moments that go too fast
The days of fun,
And the days of rest.
I’m from cozy blankets
When you don’t want to get up.
I’m from the cold mornings
When your nose is cold,
Like ice.
I’m from death and decay,
To life and growth.