Son La | The First Cold Morning

Verse 1: The road is long and the air is cold Morning comes before the gold Mist moves slow across the hill Everything is quiet still Verse 2: High above the sleeping land Coffee grows by patient hands Clouds are drifting through the trees Time is moving quietly Chorus: This first cup tastes like morning air Like distant roads and patient care Before the coffee fills the day A place has shaped it in its way Verse 3: Smoke and fire, a simple meal This is how the mornings feel To understand what’s in this cup You have to walk the mountain up Final Chorus: This first cup tastes like mist and time Like silent hills we slowly climb Before the coffee finds the cup The mountain has already spoken