Welcome Home Morning
by Lamont Sutter · R&B · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
philly soul, gospel, lush strings, soul, intimate
Prompt
Philly soul, deep raspy gospel baritone, lush strings, warm bass, finger snaps, clean electric guitar, slow sway
Lyrics
Easy now... don't wake yet. It's me. Sun's coming up on our own street. Welcome home, welcome home, Morning's here and you're in your own bed. Welcome home, welcome home, Welcome home morning, baby, welcome home. A year of plastic chairs and vending machine coffee, Counting ceiling tiles by the hall light's glow. Now there's just the kettle and the clock on the shelf, And your slippers by the door where you left them long ago. I pull the curtain back and let the gold come in, Your wristband's in the drawer, and it's staying there. Oh, I held on through the long nights, And now I'm saying it out loud, say it with me now. Welcome home, welcome home, Morning's here and you're in your own bed. Welcome home, welcome home, Welcome home morning, baby, welcome home. Sister Ruth left a pound cake on the porch, Deacon swept our steps before the sun. Whole church kept a candle in the window Till the day my girl came home. Listen... I said I wouldn't cry. Every night I made a promise in that hallway. Lord, if You bring her back to me, I'll never miss a morning. Church, help me say it. Welcome home! Morning's here and you're in your own bed! Welcome home! Welcome home morning, baby, welcome home! Welcome home, Open up the curtains, let it shine. Welcome home, Welcome home morning, you're mine, you're home.