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[Куплет 1] You kept the blue mug by the window With a chip along the rim Morning found the kitchen slowly And the kettle started singing I was small enough to wonder Why the seasons had to turn You just smiled and tied your apron Said, “there’s plenty left to learn” [Қайырма] Carry me back to the porch-board creaking Back to the coat on the old brass hook Back to your hands, steady and warm And the way you made a home from almost nothing If i lose my way, i know where to look [Куплет 2] There was a red kite in the apple tree Caught above the garden wall You climbed up with a borrowed ladder While i cheered beneath it all By september, jars of peaches Lined the pantry in a row Every little thing you saved there Taught me more than you could know [Қайырма] Carry me back to the porch-board creaking Back to the coat on the old brass hook Back to your hands, steady and warm And the way you made a home from almost nothing If i lose my way, i know where to look [Көпір] Now the years move like a river Past the fields we used to cross But the smallest roads remember Every mile and every loss I can hear you in the quiet When the evening settles down Saying, “take the long way home, dear There is kindness to be found” [Final chorus] Carry me back to the porch-board creaking Back to the coat on the old brass hook Back to your hands, steady and warm And the way you made a home from almost nothing If i lose my way, i know where to look [Аутро] The blue mug waits beside the window And the morning starts again
