The Family Recipe

Lyrics

Verse 1
Grandma kept an old brown cookbook With flour on every page Corners bent and notes in pencil Written through the years with age
She'd smile when I'd ask her, "How much goes in here?"
She'd wink and say, "A little of this..." Then she'd disappear
Pre-Chorus
I measured every teaspoon...
Still couldn't make it taste the same.
Chorus
The family recipe Was never written down
It wasn't in the cookbook Passed around this little town
It lived in laughing voices And every story told
Turns out love's the one ingredient...
You just can't fold.
The family recipe...
Was home.
Verse 2
Grandpa carved the Sunday roast Daddy poured the sweet iced tea
Grandma never let your plate stay empty Long as she could see
Everybody had a job Nobody got paid
Funny how the richest meals Were the ones we always made
Chorus
The family recipe Was never written down
It wasn't in the measuring cups Or spices sitting round
It lived in helping hands And every chair pulled near
Turns out love's the one ingredient...
That brought us here.
Bridge
Now my boys stand in my kitchen Covered up in flour and smiles
Breaking eggs... Making memories...
One messy laugh at a time
Sometimes they ask, "Dad... How much do we need?"
I smile...
Think about Grandma...
And say,
"A little of this..."
Final Chorus
The family recipe Finally makes sense
It wasn't made of sugar Or the meals that came and went
It was showing up on Sundays When the whole world felt too fast
It was making room for one more chair...
And hoping moments last
Now I know the secret She never had to say
Love was always... The first ingredient...
The rest...
Just found their way.
Outro
That old cookbook's on my shelf now...
Still covered in flour...
Still missing a few measurements...
Funny thing is...
I don't think...
It ever needed them.