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