The scent of cinnamon fills the air,
golden crust baked with tender care.
Apple sliced and sugar kissed,
a cozy taste I can't resist.
Apple pie dreams, warm and sweet,
a little slice of life complete.
Every bite,
a hug from home,
no matter where I choose to roam.
The oven hums a gentle tune,
like autumn's breeze beneath the moon.
Memories fold with every lay layer,
love baked in, beyond compare.
Apple pie dreams, warm and sweet,
a little slice of life complete.
Every bite,
a hug from home,
no matter where I choose to roam.
Through
seasons change and time that flies,
this taste of joy never dies.
In every crumb there lies a story of love,
comfort,
and morning glory.
Apple pie dreams, warm and sweet,
a little slice of life complete.
Every bite,
a hug from home,
no matter where I choose to roam.
Through seasons change and time that flies,
this taste of joy never dies.
In every crumb there lies a story of love,
comfort,
and morning glory.
Apple pie dreams, warm and sweet,
a little slice of life complete.
Every bite,
a hug from home,
no matter where I choose to roam.