Storm-Proof Family Gold

Nay. Now, mama's voice singing through the kitchen door, supper waiting like it did before. We chased the days till the stars came out laughing hard. No room for doubt, sweat on our brows, but hearts full and true. That's the life. That carried us through these roots run deep in this good old ground. Family ties that time can't pull down through the storms and the harvest gold. We stand together stories untold singing praises to the sky above bound by love and the work we love. Yeah, these roots run deep, holding us tight in the heart of the fight. Now my own kids cut down gets kicked cuts done lessons the morning trusses fencing wiring mending what breaks building dreams on these wide awake days of laughter from years from years gone by. I feel the air. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.