Coffee steam and chirping birds Morning dew on wooden boards Grandma's jam and apple pie Sunshine painting the open sky Simple days with hearts so kind A slower pace, a peaceful mind Morning light on Maple Lane Where laughter fell like summer rain And every breeze would sing my name Through windowpanes and picture frames I still walk those roads in dreams Where life was full and hearts were clean In the soft and golden flame Of morning light on Maple Lane Rusty bike and gravel roads Tales we told in secret codes Dad's old guitar on Sunday morn Still strumming where my soul was born Morning light on Maple Lane Where laughter fell like summer rain And every breeze would sing my name Through windowpanes and picture frames I still walk those roads in dreams Where life was full and hearts were clean In the soft and golden flame Of morning light on Maple Lane Even when the city calls My heart remembers those quiet walls Take me back, I won't complain To morning light on Maple Lane