Heaven In My Pantry

[Verse] Almost heaven in my pantry, Aged cheese crumbles waiting there for me. Aged salve healing from old herbal lore, And golden honey aged for years galore. [Verse 2] Sunlight filters through the window shades, Mason jars filled with homemade lemonade. Grandma’s recipes on yellowed paper, Life's simple treasures, memories to savor. [Chorus] In that old pantry, where time stands still, Every jar and bottle a testament to skill. From the salt of the earth and nature’s grace, Find a little heaven in that humble space. [Verse 3] Rows of spices, each with a tale to tell, Dried herbs whispering secrets in their cells. Canned tomatoes from last summer’s vine, Feeding both body and soul, one meal at a time. [Bridge] Oh, it's not just food, it's family ties, Echoes of loved ones never truly die. In every jar, a piece of history, A link to past love and future reverie. [Chorus] In that old pantry, where time stands still, Every jar and bottle a testament to skill. From the salt of the earth and nature’s grace, Find a little heaven in that humble space.