[Verse 1]
Morning settles on the ridgeline
Smoke curls softly from the stove
Mara lifts the shop door open
While the creek keeps talking below

[Chorus]
Up here, the days take their time
A wave from the porch, a hand on the gate
Your name travels down the valley
And supper can wait
When the last sun rests on the mountain
And the blue comes settling in
This little village holds us close
Like it always has been

[Verse 2]
Mr. Bell brings pears to market
Fresh-cut boards lean by the mill
Children chase a red tin wagon
Past the church on Clover Hill
You mend the fence beside me
With your sleeves rolled to the elbow
Then we walk the long way home
Where the wild mint grows

[Chorus]
Up here, the days take their time
A wave from the porch, a hand on the gate
Your name travels down the valley
And supper can wait
When the last sun rests on the mountain
And the blue comes settling in
This little village holds us close
Like it always has been

[Bridge]
When the winter road gets narrow
And the frost draws lace on glass
We share a loaf with Mrs. Harper
And let the hard weather pass

[Final Chorus]
Up here, the days take their time
A wave from the porch, a hand on the gate
Your name travels down the valley
And supper can wait
When the last sun rests on the mountain
And the blue comes settling in
This little village holds us close
Like it always has been

[Outro]
The creek keeps talking below
And the porch light welcomes us home