Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emilee Flood
Songwriter
Joseph Tilley
Songwriter
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Joseph Blake Tilley, Emilee Flood
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