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[Verse]
She'd light a candle on a Sunday night,
While supper cooled under the porch light.
Her words were gentle, carved in stone,
A map for a life I'd call my own.
[Chorus]
My momma used to tell me to take my time,
Don’t rush to get old, the years are kind.
One day you’ll understand, she’d softly say,
Truth grows like summer, slow every day.
[Verse 2]
She'd sew a patch on my worn-out jeans,
Count her blessings in the in-betweens.
Her eyes held stories too deep to share,
But her love was spoken, always there.
[Chorus]
My momma used to tell me to take my time,
Don’t rush to get old, the years are kind.
One day you’ll understand, she’d softly say,
Truth grows like summer, slow every day.
[Bridge]
Now I watch the seasons go and come,
The things I’ve learned, they’ve left me stunned.
Her voice still echoes, soft and clear,
I carry her wisdom, year by year.
[Chorus]
My momma used to tell me to take my time,
Don’t rush to get old, the years are kind.
One day you’ll understand, she’d softly say,
Truth grows like summer, slow every day.
Details
GeneratedApr 2, 2025
Duration2:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, heartfelt, acoustic
Credits
Prompt by
blackwill
blackwillModelAria v4
Prompt
New country
[Chrous]
My momma used to tell me to take my time, don't rush to get old. One day, you will understand my momma used to say
Momma knowledge
