Sunday Table

[intro]
Sunday morning, kitchen radio hummin' low
Flour on the counter where you taught me how to roll

[verse 1]
Thirteen years old on your doorstep, suitcase in my hand
You didn't ask a single question, just said "dinners at the plan"
Two chairs at that little table where the wallpaper would peel
You made a plate for me like it was no big deal

[verse 2]
You stitched my name inside my collar so I'd come back home
Kept the porch light burning every night, I never slept alone
You sang off-key while you were cooking, swore the onions made you cry
I never told you, Nan, I knew that was a lie

[chorus]
So save me a seat at the Sunday table
Yorkshire rising in the oven's glow
You raised me up on gravy and fables
Old hymns and potatoes, that's how I know
That love doesn't need a grand occasion
It just needs a kitchen and time
Nan, every Sunday's a celebration
'Cause you made a feast of mine

[bridge]
Now the rosemary's mine to measure
And I still say grace like you did, slow
The secret was never the seasoning, Nan
It was you — it was always you though

[chorus]
Save me a seat at the Sunday table
Steam on the windows, potatoes in rows
You raised me up on gravy and fables
And a love that everybody knows
No, love don't need a grand occasion
Just a kitchen and a little time
Nan, every Sunday's a celebration
'Cause you made a feast of mine

[outro]
Flour on the counter, radio hummin' low
I set your plate anyway... just so you know
Just so you know