[Verse] Soft morning light through frosted panes, Hands tied in warmth, calling old names. A pinch of salt, the stories told, Ancient whispers in the cold. [Pre-Chorus] Flour dust, a golden thread, Ties us close where dreams are fed. [Chorus] Cornbread rising in the winter air, Heartbeats folded in the gentle prayer. From distant lands, to this quiet space, Love is the recipe, time can’t replace. [Verse] Fingers mix the earth and sky, Old songs hum, as seasons fly. Cracked windows breathe the frost outside, Inside, warmth we cannot hide. [Pre-Chorus] Grains of hope, a soft embrace, Baking dreams in this shared place. [Chorus] Cornbread rising in the winter air, Heartbeats folded in the gentle prayer. From distant lands, to this quiet space, Love is the recipe, time can’t replace. [Bridge] Every crumb tells where we’ve been, Souls entwined, beneath our skin. In this bread, a seed is sown— Together, we are home. [Chorus] Cornbread rising in the winter air, Heartbeats folded in the gentle prayer. From distant lands, to this quiet space, Love is the recipe, time can’t replace. [Chorus] Cornbread rising in the winter air, Heartbeats folded in the gentle prayer. From distant lands, to this quiet space, Love is the recipe, time can’t replace. [Outro] Soft morning light through frosted panes, In every bite, our love remains.