Of Hearth & Moss - This Morning, With Her, Having Coffee

Steam curls slow in the window’s glow, The sunlight hums like an old banjo. She laughs at my jokes, and the room breathes deep, While the kettle awakens the world from sleep. No noise, no rush, no daily parade, Just quiet hearts the morning made. Her hand, her glance, the day unfolds, And peace feels warmer than all the gold. Like Johnny Cash said, This morning, with her, having coffee, That’s my paradise. The day can run, the clocks can hurry, But I’ll stay right here, just the same. This morning, with her, having coffee, That’s all of heaven I’d ever claim. The porch creaks soft, the sparrows rise, The world keeps turning in her eyes. And every sip, and every grin, Feels like I’m home beneath my skin. All the roads I’ve chased have led me here, To quiet love and morning clear. She smiles once, and that’s enough, To make the hardest heart turn soft. Like Johnny Cash said, This morning, with her, having coffee, That’s my paradise. The day can run, the clocks can hurry, But I’ll stay right here, just the same. This morning, with her, having coffee, That’s all of heaven I’d ever claim. Yeah, this morning, with her, having coffee, That’s my paradise.