Sixty Summers
For Mum · on her 60th · Acoustic · Heartfelt
Sixty Summers
Acoustic · Heartfelt
Lyrics
Verse 1
Sixty summers, the same warm hands,
you taught me grace I still don't understand —
from kitchen radios to the front-porch light,
you've been the melody holding the night.
Chorus
So here's to you, the quiet kind of brave,
every birthday candle, every wave —
if love were a song it would sound like this,
a sixty-summer kind of bliss.
Verse 2
You still call me 'chief' when I get it wrong,
and somehow that's where I belong;
the calmest person in any storm,
the reason the whole house feels warm.