Hilda's House

Early in the morning
The sun is rushing in

Thinking about the moments
When time was standing still

I miss the smell of cinnamon and Hilda's
House Playing in the garden
And pointing out
How her morning glories match the color of My eyes
And know she'll always love me

As big as the sky

As big as the sky

A single mom with two jobs

Hard work and memories

I wish I could be like her

The sweetest soul you'll ever meet

I miss the smell of cinnamon and
Hilda's House Playing in the garden and pointing out

How her morning glories match the color of
My eyes
And know she'll always love me

As big as the sky

As big as the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Blake Tilley, Emilee Flood
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