Your Hand Finding Its Way To Mine | Country Music Outlaw

❤️ Your Hand Finding Its Way to Mine — Country Music Outlaw Sometimes the best moments in life are the quietest ones. A sunset over the hills, an old dog sleeping beside the stove, a warm cup of tea, and the hand of the person you love finding its way into yours. “Your Hand Finding Its Way to Mine” is a laid-back country love song about slowing down, letting the world wait, and finding happiness in the little things that make a house feel like home. When life gets busy and tomorrow brings another list of plans, remember that you don't always have to chase something bigger. Sometimes, everything you need is right there beside you on the porch, watching the evening sky fade into gold. If you enjoy heartfelt country music, peaceful evenings, and songs about real love, this one is for you. ❤️ 🤠 WELCOME TO COUNTRY MUSIC OUTLAW Original songs, heartfelt stories, and country music made for the soul. 👍 If you enjoyed this song, please LIKE the video. 💬 QUESTION: What's your favorite simple moment to share with someone you love? 🔔 SUBSCRIBE to Country Music Outlaw for more original country songs. Thank you for listening and supporting this channel! #CountryMusic #CountryLoveSong #CountryMusicOutlaw You left your blue shoes by the screen door A little rain came tapping on the floor Our old dog stretched beside the stove While sunset set the hills aglow Take your time, let the day roll by There’s a soft gold edge to the evening sky We’ve got nowhere we need to be Just you, that porch, and a little breeze Take your time, let the whole world wait I’ll pour the tea, you can call it fate If the road runs out, we’ll still be fine With your hand finding its way to mine Your garden gloves are drying on the rail The radio hums an old familiar tale You laugh and say the flowers can wait I nod along; it’s getting late Take your time, let the day roll by There’s a soft gold edge to the evening sky We’ve got nowhere we need to be Just you, that porch, and a little breeze Take your time, let the whole world wait I’ll pour the tea, you can call it fate If the road runs out, we’ll still be fine With your hand finding its way to mine When Monday comes with its list of plans We’ll meet it slow with our own two hands But tonight the crickets keep the time And every little thing falls right in line Take your time, let the day roll by There’s a soft gold edge to the evening sky We’ve got nowhere we need to be Just you, that porch, and a little breeze Take your time, let the whole world wait I’ll pour the tea, you can call it fate If the road runs out, we’ll still be fine With your hand finding its way to mine