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 I 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 I know she'll always love me
As big as the sky
As big as the sky