[ Featuring Hubert Junghain ]
A melody of moments
Where we belong
The coffee brews its aroma a song
A melody of moments
Like ghosts of old
Stories of warmth in the cup he holds
A melody of moments
Melody of moments
A melody of moments
In the hush of dawn when the world is still
A gentle light creeps over the hill
Through the window it softly streams
Awakening whispers of forgotten dreams
At the table he sits with a quiet grace
A tranquil smile upon his face
The morning ritual a sacred rite
In this tender glow of fading night
A melody of moments
Where we belong
The coffee brews its aroma a song
A melody of moments
Like ghosts of old
Stories of warmth in the cup he holds
Yet in this morn there's no despair
Just a quiet peace in the cool crisp air
For in the sunrise he sees the past
A tapestry woven a die long cast
Toast and jam laid with care
Simple treasures beyond compare
Each bite a memory sweet and true
Of laughter and love of skies once blue
A melody of moments
Where we belong
The coffee brews its aroma a song
A melody of moments
Like ghosts of old
Stories of warmth in the cup he holds
