[Verse 1: Female] In the corner of this old, worn-down kitchen Where the sunlight barely dares to creep, Mama hums a tune that’s sweet and snappin’, Keeps the blues away while the world’s asleep. [Verse 1: Male] Got that gospel flame, flickerin’ just right, Soot and sugar mixin’ in the air, She’s cookin’ up a love that’s bold and bright, With a sly, sly grin that says she’s got the flair. [Pre-Chorus: Both] Oh, the stove's a fire, but it’s her soul that’s burnin’, Every note she sings, every corner turnin’, [Chorus: Both] That gospel flame in a weary mother’s kitchen, Keeps the night alive with a playful pitchin’. Oh, that gospel flame, yeah, it’s sweet and it’s rich, Warm like down-home, with a sly grin’s twitch. [Verse 2: Male] Late night whispers, shadows dance on the wall, Mama’s laughter’s rollin’ like a slow, deep drum, Every step she takes, it’s a bluesy call, With a heart so strong, you can’t help but come. [Verse 2: Female] She’s got stories tangled in the satin sheets, Songs to soothe the weary and the wild, In that kitchen, every sorrow meets A brand new dawn with the soul of a child. [Pre-Chorus: Both] Oh, the stove's a fire, but it’s her soul that’s burnin’, Every note she sings, every corner turnin’, [Chorus: Both] That gospel flame in a weary mother’s kitchen, Keeps the night alive with a playful pitchin’. Oh, that gospel flame, yeah, it’s sweet and it’s rich, Warm like down-home, with a sly grin’s twitch. [Bridge: Female] Spoon in hand, she stirs the midnight breeze, Humming low and slow, setting hearts at ease. [Bridge: Male] And when the world’s too cold, too rough to bear, Her song’s a cozy hug, floating through the air. [Chorus: Both] That gospel flame in a weary mother’s kitchen, Keeps the night alive with a playful pitchin’. Oh, that gospel flame, yeah, it’s sweet and it’s rich, Warm like down-home, with a sly grin’s twitch. [Chorus: Both, softly fading] That gospel flame in a weary mother’s kitchen, Keeps the night alive with a playful pitchin’. Oh, that gospel flame, yeah, it’s sweet and it’s rich, Warm like down-home, with a sly grin’s twitch. [Outro: Female, softly] Yeah, that sly grin... [Male, softly] That gospel flame...