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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
By the kitchen table, your hands rest on your growing curve
In the hallway mirror, I catch the shape of our new world
On the second shelf, tiny socks wait in a paper sack
In the quiet of your breathing, I learn how to hold my heart back
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the apartment walls, the pipes keep humming low
At the edge of your laughter, I feel that river start to show
[Chorus]
In the morning, carry me
In the morning, carry me
When your little one arrives, carry me
In the morning, carry me
[Verse 2]
By the hospital window, rain taps a slow twelve-eight
On the vinyl of my palms, I trace the day we wait
Near the old bassinet, your mother’s note bends soft and blue
In the crease of every blanket, I hear the promise coming through
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the trembling in your smile, I see the door swing wide
At the sound of that first cry, everything in me comes alive
[Chorus]
In the morning, carry me
In the morning, carry me
When your little one arrives, carry me
In the morning, carry me
[Bridge]
By the bedside lantern, the world turns small and true
With the violin in my chest, I’m learning something new
At the end of all my waiting, there’s a name I haven’t met
In the arms of our beginning, I will never forget
[Chorus]
In the morning, carry me
In the morning, carry me
When your little one arrives, carry me
In the morning, carry me
Details
GeneratedApr 12, 2026
Duration5:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
A slow-blooming Chicago blues-soul cut with brushed drums, greasy upright bass, mournful violin glides, and close harmonica answers; warm horn-pad shadows, a smoky pocket, and a lift that blooms into gospel-leaning funk on the chorus, male vocals, violin, jazz, funk, chicago blues, soul, blues
Credits
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RoccosParents
RoccosParentsModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Our babies arrival. blues, soul, jazz, funk, chicago blues, violin, harmonica
