[Intro]
Sunlight spills on dusty rows, little boots print the day
A whisk of straw, a whistle of wind, we’re chasing corn in play
[Verse 1]
Little hands reach up to green, the stalks bow like they know
Your pockets full of wishes, your pockets full of glow
We laugh at the toppled ears that tumble like gold rain
But you race to bring the harvest, to taste the sun’s sweet grain
[Pre-Chorus]
The field sings softly, “keep going, you can do it right.”
Your smile tells me the backyard feast is close in sight
[Chorus]
Corn on the cob, steam rising like a warm little sun
We drum our forks, we bite and grin, the joyful work is begun
But a clock in the kitchen whispers, “the chores will come soon”
We hold the harvest close, till the moon climbs over the room
[Verse 2]
Dusty knees and laughter spill into the kitchen light
A hush of steam and butter glides into the night
Moments pause between bite and mop, between bloom and burnish cue
We savor every kernel’s kiss, then roll up sleeves anew
[Pre-Chorus]
The day keeps count of wonders, every scoop a small prize
The scent of corn and cinnamon makes twinkles in our eyes
[Chorus]
Corn on the cob, steam rising like a warm little sun
We drum our forks, we bite and grin, the joyful work is begun
But a clock in the kitchen whispers, “the chores will come soon”
We hold the harvest close, till the moon climbs over the room
[Bridge]
Footprints fade to sink and scrub, stories hum in the steam
We trade our field-day bright for a tidy, steady dream
[Chorus]
Corn on the cob, steam rising like a warm little sun
We drum our forks, we bite and grin, the joyful work is begun
When dishes gleam and stars come out, we taste the last of the tune
We hold our harvest close, till the kitchen lights are too soon
[Outro]
Field to table, day to night, the cycle sings along
Bittersweet and bright we carry on, in every cozy dawn
