[Intro] The old porch boards remember… Every step, Every song, Every story. They know the sound of little feet Running where they belong. [Verse 1] Little feet racing through the grass, Chasing sunsets that never last, Barefoot dreams and summer skies, Fireflies dancing in their eyes. A little hand on an old tractor wheel, Learning what a country morning feels, “Just one more ride,” they always say, Before the daylight fades away. Smoke is rising from the backyard fire, Family gathered close around the light, The smell of something made with love, Turning ordinary into a night. [Pre-Chorus] The years keep moving like a river, But some moments refuse to leave… They stay inside the walls we built, And the hearts that still believe. [Chorus] Little feet, Running through the years, Chasing fireflies, Laughing through the tears. Little feet, Dancing on that floor, Finding all the magic Waiting by the door. One day those footprints Will fade from the wood… But the love they leave behind Will always be where we stood. [Verse 2] Bambi Bites sitting on the table, Everyone reaching while they’re able, Melt-in-your-mouth brisket slow and sweet, A family recipe nobody can beat. Cold squeezed lemonade in mason jars, Tasting like sunshine underneath the stars, Stories passing from hand to hand, Like a treasure only family understands. Grandpa starts a melody, Someone grabs an old guitar, Another brings a fiddle in, And suddenly we’re singing under stars. No stage lights, No famous songs, Just a porch full of hearts Singing along. Little voices finding harmony, Older voices carrying the tune, Every generation leaving something Beneath the same old moon. [Bridge] The greatest memories Were never bought. They were made in moments That time forgot. A simple meal, A simple song, A place where every soul belongs. The porch swing moving, The night slowing down, Love was the music And family was the sound. Oh… Those little feet May grow someday, Those little voices May find their way. But every road they travel on, Every dream they chase, Will carry pieces Of this place. [Final Chorus] Little feet, Running through the years, Holding onto laughter, Holding onto tears. Little feet, Remember where they grew, The porch, the songs, The love that carried through. No matter where the road may lead, No matter how far they roam… Those little feet will always know The way back home. [Outro] The old porch boards remember… Every step. Every song. Every little footstep… That brought us home.
