[Verse] In the quiet of the kitchen light, She tucks the summer into folds, A handful of yesterday’s bright, Held safe in fabric’s worn-out hold. [Pre-Chorus] Every seed a whispered plea, A promise kept in memory. [Chorus] And in that faded apron pocket, Life waits in gentle silence there, A mother's hands, the earth’s own locket, Saving hope from vanished air. In that pocket, small and hollow, Dreams grow soft beneath her care. [Verse] The garden’s breath is faint and slow, Winter’s shadow on the land, Yet she carries what we won’t know, Threads of green inside her hand. [Pre-Chorus] Every seed a whispered plea, A promise kept in memory. [Chorus] And in that faded apron pocket, Life waits in gentle silence there, A mother's hands, the earth’s own locket, Saving hope from vanished air. In that pocket, small and hollow, Dreams grow soft beneath her care. [Bridge] Time can crumble walls around us, But what she holds will not betray, Roots take hold where love has found us, In that pocket, dreams will stay. [Chorus] And in that faded apron pocket, Life waits in gentle silence there, A mother's hands, the earth’s own locket, Saving hope from vanished air. In that pocket, small and hollow, Dreams grow soft beneath her care. [Outro] In the quiet of the fading light, She tucks the summer into folds.