[Verse] Sunlight spills on the kitchen floor, Dusty pages worn and torn, Grandma’s script in faded ink, A little love in every line I think. [Pre-Chorus] Flour on my fingers, memories alive, Every word she wrote helps me survive. [Chorus] Just a handwritten recipe, tied to my soul, Mixing up the past with the stories she told. From that old flour-covered notebook she kept, Sweet as the love that she never let slip. Yeah, that handwritten recipe, Brings her back to me. [Verse] Maple syrup mornings, cinnamon dreams, Soft whispers float from those well-worn seams, A sprinkle of sugar, a pinch of grace, I taste her smile in this warm embrace. [Pre-Chorus] Flour on my fingers, memories alive, Every word she wrote helps me survive. [Chorus] Just a handwritten recipe, tied to my soul, Mixing up the past with the stories she told. From that old flour-covered notebook she kept, Sweet as the love that she never let slip. Yeah, that handwritten recipe, Brings her back to me. [Bridge] Every line’s a gentle touch, Her laughter in the oven’s hush, I fold her heart into every dough, It’s how I keep her close, keep her close. [Chorus] Just a handwritten recipe, tied to my soul, Mixing up the past with the stories she told. From that old flour-covered notebook she kept, Sweet as the love that she never let slip. Yeah, that handwritten recipe, Brings her back to me. [Outro] I’ll keep that notebook safe, Where her love’s alive and warm— A handwritten recipe, Forever home.