[Verse] Sunrise paintin’ gold on the market stone, She standin’ there with a basket full of home. Peaches blushin’ like a secret told, Her eyes so soft, like a quiet story told. [Pre-Chorus] No need to shout or wave a hand, She smile just for the ones who understand. A quiet grace, a gentle flame, Lightin’ up the morning’s name. [Chorus] Ooh, her smile—like rain on dry earth, Blessin’ all the soul that’s lost its worth. She don’t speak loud, but still she sings, Harmony in simple things— Her smile, her smile, Oh, it’s rootsy, sweet, and real. Her smile, her smile, Like the sun on the fruit stall aisle. [Verse] Bananas hangin’ in a yellow row, She touchin’ each one soft, knowin’ every glow. A mango tucked close, a secret in her palm, Givin’ peace to every weary soul. [Pre-Chorus] No need to rush or steal the show, She shine in stillness, steady and slow. Like a tree that knows its place, With grace, she’ll find her space. [Chorus] Ooh, her smile—like rain on dry earth, Blessin’ all the soul that’s lost its worth. She don’t speak loud, but still she sings, Harmony in simple things— Her smile, her smile, Oh, it’s rootsy, sweet, and real. Her smile, her smile, Like the sun on the fruit stall aisle. [Bridge] No crown, no stage, no spotlight’s flame, But in her gaze, the world’s still the same. A quiet power, a love that grows, In every fruit, she freely shows. She’s the rhythm, the bass, the beat, The earth that keeps the soul complete. [Chorus] Ooh, her smile—like rain on dry earth, Blessin’ all the soul that’s lost its worth. She don’t speak loud, but still she sings, Harmony in simple things— Her smile, her smile, Oh, it’s rootsy, sweet, and real. Her smile, her smile, Like the sun on the fruit stall aisle. [Outro] Her smile… Like the sun… On the fruit stall aisle… Ooh, her smile… Yeah… Like the sun… On the fruit stall aisle…