Ties to the past Lyrics

The smell of bread, fresh from the oven,

Takes me back to the place where it all began.

Grandma's hands, worn from all the years,

Holding tight, they chase away the fears.

The sound of the wind through the trees,

The same old tune it sang to me.

It whispers tales of those before,

Who walked these roads, who opened doors.

Oh, the ties to the past, they hold me close,

Through the storms and through the ghosts.

In the taste of home, in the scent of the rain,

I find myself, I find my name.

Traditions live in every song,

In every step, they carry on.

The roots run deep, and though time moves fast,

I'm never far from the ties to the past.

The village lights, they dance in the night,

Echoes of laughter, warm and bright.

A table set with love and care,

I still feel like I belong there.

The old photograph, faded and torn,

Reminds me of a world where I was born.

With every story passed down in time,

I hear the voices that sing like mine.

Oh, the ties to the past, they hold me close,

Through the storms and through the ghosts.

In the taste of home, in the scent of the rain,

I find myself, I find my name.

Traditions live in every song,

In every step, they carry on.

The roots run deep, and though time moves fast,

I'm never far from the ties to the past.

So I'll walk the path, with open eyes,

With every sunset, with every sunrise.

I'll keep the flame, I'll hold it high,

For the ones before me, who never die.

Oh, the ties to the past, they hold me close,

Through the storms and through the ghosts.

In the taste of home, in the scent of the rain,

I find myself, I find my name.

Traditions live in every song,

In every step, they carry on.

The roots run deep, and though time moves fast,

I'm never far from the ties to the past.

The roots run deep, and though time moves fast,

I'm never far from the ties to the past.