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First Frost Morning

A Heartfelt Country Song of Autumn's Cider Harvest

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About this song

Step into a "First Frost Morning" with this heartwarming country song, celebrating family, tradition, and the simple joys of autumn. This heartfelt ballad tells the story of a grandfather passing down the beloved tradition of gathering the last fallen apples for Grandma's homemade cider.

This song paints a vivid picture of a crisp autumn morning, when the first frost has settled and it's time to collect the final apples. It's a tender narrative about a grandpa teaching his grandson not just how to find the best fruit, but also the value of family customs and the beauty of shared moments. The imagery of the frosty orchard and the promise of warm apple cider evoke a deep sense of nostalgia and belonging.

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
The breath of dawn hung crisp and clear
A silver lace on fields so near
The pumpkin patch, a frosty sight
Kissed by the morning's pale, cold light
Grandpa stirred, a gentle hand
Pulled back the curtains on the land
Said, "Son, the frost has come to call
Time to gather apples, one and all."

[Chorus]
Oh, First Frost Morning, air so bright
Searching for apples, red and white
For Grandma's cider, sweet and strong
A family tradition, all season long
With weathered hands and eyes so keen
Grandpa's wisdom, a cherished scene
Teaching lessons on the orchard floor
As autumn whispers at the door.

[Verse 2]
We walked the rows, a quiet pace
Each fallen fruit, a hidden grace
Some bruised and soft, some firm and bright
Saved from the chill of winter's night
He showed me how to pick with care
The ones still good, beyond compare
"These last few drops," he said with pride
"Will fill the jugs, deep down inside."

[Chorus]
Oh, First Frost Morning, air so bright
Searching for apples, red and white
For Grandma's cider, sweet and strong
A family tradition, all season long
With weathered hands and eyes so keen
Grandpa's wisdom, a cherished scene
Teaching lessons on the orchard floor
As autumn whispers at the door.

[Bridge]
He spoke of seasons, turn and fade
The memories that time has made
Of harvests past, and winters cold
Stories whispered, brave and bold
This simple task, a precious gift
A bond unbroken, through every rift
From his young hands to mine it flew
A legacy, forever new.

[Chorus]
Oh, First Frost Morning, air so bright
Searching for apples, red and white
For Grandma's cider, sweet and strong
A family tradition, all season long
With weathered hands and eyes so keen
Grandpa's wisdom, a cherished scene
Teaching lessons on the orchard floor
As autumn whispers at the door.

[Outro]
And as the sun began to climb
We carried home the fruits of time
The promise of warmth, a golden hue
Grandma's cider, pure and true.
First Frost Morning, we won't forget
The lessons learned, the sun has set
On one more season, rich and deep
The memories our hearts will keep.

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