Of Hearth & Moss - Old Sweater Weather

You found my old sweater, Worn thin at the seams. Said it smelled like autumn, And half-forgotten dreams. You slipped it on so gently, Like you’d done it all your life. And in that simple moment, Home felt warm and right. Old sweater weather, Where the world feels soft and slow. Every stitch remembers All the places we would go. The porch was cool and quiet, Leaves whispered on the ground. You leaned into the doorway, Said you loved the way it found A place upon your shoulders, Like it knew just where to fall. Funny how a threadbare thing Can make you feel so small, In the sweetest way of all. Old sweater weather, Where the world feels soft and slow. Every stitch remembers All the places we would go. And the breeze feels kind beside you, Just warmth we keep together. If I could choose a season, love, I’d stay in this forever. Yeah, I’d stay in old sweater weather. We walked down to the garden, Still damp with morning dew. You tugged the sleeves around your hands, Said, “It feels like holding you.” The fog curled in the fields beyond, A hush we couldn’t break. Some moments aren’t for speaking, Just for living while they ache. Old sweater weather, Where the world feels soft and slow. Every stitch remembers All the places we would go. Time will stitch its stories In the cloth of who we are. Some days fray and some days fade, But love still leaves a mark. And when the air grows colder, I hope you always know, I’ll wrap you in the memories That keeps us warm below. Old sweater weather, Where the world feels soft and slow. Every stitch remembers All the places we would go. And the breeze feels kind beside you, Just warmth we keep together. If life could hold a season, love, I’d hold on to forever. Yeah, I’d live in old sweater weather. You found my old sweater, Funny how it fits you better.