[Intro – soft, nostalgic warmth] First light spills through the screen door Coffee hums on the kitchen floor [Verse 1 – gentle, contented calm] Fog paints the glass where the stove’s heat curls You stir the cream, your smile unfurls Old dog’s curled up by the back porch mat Dreaming of squirrels he never caught [Pre-Chorus – tender, hopeful warmth] The world outside’s got its cold, sharp bite But in these walls, the chill can’t fight Every small thing’s a gift we hold Stitched together, heart to soul [Chorus 1 – warm, grateful joy] This small house holds our heaven bright Foggy windows, coffee’s soft light Old dog’s snores, your hand in mine Counting blessings, one by one, down the line The cold world fades when we’re side by side Ordinary moments feel like forever’s tide [Post-Chorus – soft, wordless hum] [Verse 2 – cozy, intimate calm] You hang the laundry on the line outside I fix the hinge that’s been stuck since last tide Old dog trots back with a stick in his mouth We laugh at the mud on his paws, no doubt [Pre-Chorus 2 – gentle, reassuring warmth] The wind may howl through the oak tree’s boughs But here with you, I don’t feel the vows Of worry or fear that the world likes to send We’ve got each other, that’s all we need to mend [Chorus 2 – warm, amplified gratitude] This small house holds our heaven sweet Foggy windows, where our memories meet Old dog’s naps, your laugh so fine Counting blessings, one by one, down the line The cold world melts when we’re hand in hand Ordinary moments feel like a promised land [Bridge – soft, reflective warmth] We don’t need gold or a grand, wide stage Just this old couch and your steady gaze Every scratch on the table, every creak in the floor Tells the story of us, forevermore [Final Chorus – warm, soaring joy] This small house holds our heaven true Foggy windows, where our love grew Old dog’s gray fur, your hand still mine Counting blessings, one by one, till the end of time The cold world can’t touch this sacred space Ordinary moments feel like forever’s embrace [Outro – soft, fading warmth] Fog lifts slow from the kitchen glass We sit in silence, our love built to last