[Verse] Strings hum soft beneath my fingers, You smile and show me where to start. Old wood sings in gentle lingers, A melody inside my heart. [Pre-Chorus] Every chord I find feels true, A story told between us two. [Chorus] Hand in hand, the music flows, Learning how the mandolin grows. Notes like rivers, wild and free, You play the roots, and I find me. Hand in hand, the music flows, With every chord, our story grows. [Verse] Your voice, it wraps around the evening, Low and warm, a steady guide. In your song, there’s no deceiving, Just the truth in every stride. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers dance, our voices blend, A song that never wants to end. [Chorus] Hand in hand, the music flows, Learning how the mandolin grows. Notes like rivers, wild and free, You play the roots, and I find me. Hand in hand, the music flows, With every chord, our story grows. [Bridge] In this quiet room, the world stands still, With every strum, I feel the thrill. Passing down what’s meant to be, A melody for you and me. [Chorus] Hand in hand, the music flows, Learning how the mandolin grows. Notes like rivers, wild and free, You play the roots, and I find me. Hand in hand, the music flows, With every chord, our story grows. [Outro] Strings hum soft beneath our fingers, Together, where the music lingers.