Sweet Time from Aberdeen by Phil Henry

In the bustle of the airport
We’re standing here, hand in hand
Waiting for our new life to land

And there he is, with dark curls
And frightened eyes, a Spider Man backpack
With everything he has

When we reach out to hold him we almost forget
This is our child, who we’ve never met

We step inside the front door
Beneath the sign that he can’t read
“Welcome To Your New Home”

We lead him in and show him his
Little room, the fish tank,
And tiny bed, a place all his own

But you sigh when he walks off and stares out the window
Doesn’t he know this where he belongs?

It takes time, sweet time
To make a house a home
And love to make you believe
That a heart can heal
When everything around is breaking
Just take your own sweet time

Cheerios and French Toast
The table set for three now
Good morning, new family

He eats it up, and quietly
Humming low, he plays alone
But doesn’t smile, or look us in the eye

We know he’s been by broken what he’s been through
And we’ve had troubles too

It takes time, sweet time
To make a house a home
And love to make you believe
That a heart can heal
When everything around is breaking
Just take your own sweet time

All the while, we wondered why
We had to wait, we had to cry
And wonder how it might have been
But this empty room is full again
He needed us, but we needed him

Just today, we’re driving-
Our little life is flying by
Blue sky on a green countryside

He’s in the back, you’re singing some
Silly song, I see in the rearview
He’s smiling along

And for right now, that one smile is all that we need
To see we’ll be alright

It takes time, sweet time
To make a house a home
And love to make you believe
That a heart can heal
When everything around is breaking
Just take your own sweet time

Yes, a heart can heal
Just take your own sweet time

• Americana
• Contemporary Folk
• Folk
• folk rock
• Rutland