Grandma’s Apple Pie [Verse 1] Morning sun through the kitchen window, Coffee’s warm, the fire burns bright. Apron strings and a gentle smile, She could turn a hard day into light. Flour on her weathered hands, A humming tune from years gone by. Every slice held a little bit of heaven, In Grandma’s apple pie. [Chorus] Grandma’s apple pie, fresh from the oven, Baked with faith, laughter, and love. Cinnamon dreams and a golden crust, A little blessing sent from above. When the world was moving far too fast, Her front porch slowed the hands of time. Home was never just a place, It was Grandma’s apple pie. [Verse 2] Autumn leaves came drifting softly, Children laughing through the yard. Stories wrapped in every sunset, Simple days that weren’t so hard. She’d say, “Love is worth the waiting, Kindness always multiplies.” Those words still warm my heart today, Like Grandma’s apple pie. [Instrumental Break] (Fiddle • Banjo • Mandolin) [Bridge] Though the chair sits quiet now, Her memory never fades. Every family gathering starts With the love she gently made. [Final Chorus] Grandma’s apple pie, forever with us, Every bite brings yesterday near. The sweetest recipe she ever shared Was loving everyone year after year. So I’ll pass it down with grateful hands, And keep her spirit shining bright. Every home can hold a little heaven, With Grandma’s apple pie. [Outro] One more smile… one more slice… Grandma’s apple pie.
