[Verse] Sun dips low behind the pines, Old truck’s parked where the grass still shines, Kids chasing dreams with dusty feet, Mamas passin’ pies, that smell so sweet. [Pre-Chorus] The fiddle plays a tune I know, Like summer days long ago. [Chorus] At the church picnic, laughter flies, Underneath these open skies, With every slice of cherry pie, We’re holdin’ on to days gone by. Oh, the fiddle’s cry and the porch light’s glow, Where the memories gather slow. [Verse] White lace dresses and worn-out shoes, Stories told and no one’s in a rush, Old friends meet and young hearts sigh, In the warmth of that July sky. [Pre-Chorus] The fiddle plays a tune I know, Like summer days long ago. [Chorus] At the church picnic, laughter flies, Underneath these open skies, With every slice of cherry pie, We’re holdin’ on to days gone by. Oh, the fiddle’s cry and the porch light’s glow, Where the memories gather slow. [Bridge] Dusty boots and wooden swings, Simple joys that almost sting, In this moment, time stands still, With every song, we’re home again. [Chorus] At the church picnic, laughter flies, Underneath these open skies, With every slice of cherry pie, We’re holdin’ on to days gone by. Oh, the fiddle’s cry and the porch light’s glow, Where the memories gather slow. [Chorus] At the church picnic, laughter flies, Underneath these open skies, With every slice of cherry pie, We’re holdin’ on to days gone by. Oh, the fiddle’s cry and the porch light’s glow, Where the memories gather slow. [Outro] Where the memories gather slow.