17 - CHILDHOOD ON THE RANCH- Mögle Winter

Childhood on the Ranch (American Country – Slow, Warm & Nostalgic) --- Verse 1 Daddy rode out early, saddle on and gone, Lost in those wide-open fields where the wild runs strong. Mama at the table, sewing dreams with steady hands, Holding our little world together, like only she can. My baby brother sleeping, breathing soft and slow, And I was just a kid beneath the old mango grove. Reading stories that went on forever, In a world only I could know. --- Pre-Chorus In that quiet country sunlight, Everything felt made for me… Turning pages, learning life, Before I knew who I’d be. --- Chorus Oh, I didn’t know back then That those days were gold and warm. Coffee calling from the kitchen, Mama’s voice soft as a summer morn’. Daddy riding through the distance, Lost somewhere across the land… And I keep that little piece of childhood Still beating in my hands. --- Verse 2 Midday sky was blazing white, Still Mama’s voice would call my name: “Come on in, your coffee’s waiting…” Every time it felt the same. That gentle smell, that homestead calm, The kind of peace time can’t erase. Mama whispering with a tender sigh: “Baby, don’t wake your brother… okay?” And Daddy far away out riding, Where horizons never end. I didn’t know that simple moments Would be the ones I’d miss again. --- Pre-Chorus 2 I was just a boy with open eyes, Thinking life would always stay… Never knowing my own story Was already on its way. --- Chorus Oh, I didn’t know back then That those days were gold and warm. Coffee calling from the kitchen, Mama’s voice soft as a summer morn’. Daddy riding through the distance, Lost somewhere across the land… And I keep that little piece of childhood Still beating in my hands. --- Bridge (soft + steel guitar & fiddle) If I’d known what time was stealing, I’d have held on a little more… But a boy grows slow, and only later Learns what all his memories were for. --- Final Chorus (bigger, emotional) Oh, I didn’t know back then How precious it would all become. Mama’s sewing, Daddy’s footsteps, Every night beneath that fading sun. And though the years keep running forward, There’s a truth I finally understand: A part of me will always live In that ranch, in that land… With childhood in my hands.