[Verse]
Clouds rolled in on a Friday morn',
Thought I'd feel that chill till the day I'm gone,
Mama's voice echoed in the wind so strong,
Now her porch sits silent, I try to carry on.
[Verse 2]
Coffee on Sundays, stories by the fire,
Her gentle hands mending hearts and tires,
Empty chair sways from the flood and mire,
A piece of me lost when she reached the higher.
[Chorus]
Oh, Mama, I feel you everywhere I roam,
In the rustling leaves, in the words of a simple poem,
Your love's still guiding me, whisper soft and low,
In this old town, where the memories grow.
[Verse 3]
Dad keeps her photograph by his bed,
Whispers to her like she’s never left,
Broken hearts heal, but never forget,
In that small house where our sorrow met.
[Verse 4]
Neighbors bring flowers, casseroles too,
Ain't nothin' they can say will see us through,
Her laughter's forever, in the morning dew,
We hold her in the stories, old and new.
[Chorus]
Oh, Mama, I feel you everywhere I roam,
In the rustling leaves, in the words of a simple poem,
Your love's still guiding me, whisper soft and low,
In this old town, where the memories grow.