[Verse] Before the city wakes and yawn, We’re rolling dough and humming on, That smoky radio plays low, A secret song the dawn will know. [Pre-Chorus] Steam curls soft in morning’s hush, Alive beneath the twilight’s brush, Two voices weave, a warm embrace, In this quiet, sacred place. [Chorus] Oh, the oven’s glow and jazz’s sway, Baking dreams in the early day, Hear that rhythm, slow and sweet— Our bakery’s heartbeat. Oh, the world’s asleep but we’re alive, Through the smoky air, our spirits fly, With every note and every rise, Love’s baked beneath these skies. [Verse] The scent of cinnamon and rye, Floats like whispers drifting by, Keys and brushes softly blend, A melody that never ends. [Pre-Chorus] In every crumb and every beat, Our harmony’s the morning’s treat, Two voices soft, together spun, A taste of moon and warming sun. [Chorus] Oh, the oven’s glow and jazz’s sway, Baking dreams in the early day, Hear that rhythm, slow and sweet— Our bakery’s heartbeat. Oh, the world’s asleep but we’re alive, Through the smoky air, our spirits fly, With every note and every rise, Love’s baked beneath these skies. [Bridge] Midnight’s last sigh fades away, Jazz carries us into the day, In flour dust and low refrain, We find our song again and again. [Chorus] Oh, the oven’s glow and jazz’s sway, Baking dreams in the early day, Hear that rhythm, slow and sweet— Our bakery’s heartbeat. Oh, the world’s asleep but we’re alive, Through the smoky air, our spirits fly, With every note and every rise, Love’s baked beneath these skies. [Outro] So let the morning softly creep, We’ll keep our jazz and secrets deep, In every loaf and every tune, Our dawn will dance beneath the moon.