Misc Originals – Brown Found Sound - When My Baby Cooks Her Frikadeller Jenns Song (Guitar)

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“Ahh…   winter in New Hampshire.

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Snow outside… oven warm inside…

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That can only mean one thing:

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Baby's Frikadeller (Danish: Frig-a-dell-uh).”

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Whenever Christmas comes around for Jen,

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She sighs, “Here we go again.”

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The holiday table calls her name,

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But the prep and the planning ain’t her game.

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Still she ties her apron with a sassy spin,

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Blue eyes narrowing, she digs right in.

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With a lovin' glow and a knowing spell,

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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It’s strictly by the book,

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She’s got that locked-in-tight look.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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There is really only one way,

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Measured and mindful, no room to stray.

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When my baby

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That rhythm and flavor, her holiday thing.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller

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I just can’t get enough, oh no,

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She brings that sweet hygge (Danish: hew-gah) glow.

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Golden-brown edges, tender inside,

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She shapes each one with a lover’s pride.

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Pork and spice in a gentle roll,

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Simple ingredients, but they stir my soul.

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Steam rising slow from the oven tray,

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Her touch transforms the everyday.

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Each bite a secret only I can tell,

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The heart of my baby’s Frikadeller spell.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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It’s strictly by the book,

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She’s got that locked-in-tight look.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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There is really only one way,

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Measured and mindful, no room to stray.

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When my baby

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That rhythm and flavor, her holiday thing.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller

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I just can’t get enough, oh no,

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She brings that sweet hygge glow.

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One dish is never enough for two,

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By morning we’re hungry, we’re starting anew.

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Leftovers waiting, a blessing to us,

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Cold or warm, they still stir up a fuss.

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Wrapped up tight in the fridge at night,

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They call our names by the dawn’s first light.

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A quiet reminder of her tender spell,

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The afterglow of Frikadeller as well.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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It’s strictly by the book,

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She’s got that locked-in-tight look.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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There is really only one way,

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Measured and mindful, no room to stray.

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When my baby

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That rhythm and flavor, her holiday thing.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller

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I just can’t get enough, oh no,

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She brings that sweet hygge glow.

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When the platter is bare and the last bite’s done,

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A little bit of Christmas feels over and gone.

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But sorrow fades in a gentle refrain,

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For next year her hands will make them again.

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The oven will glow, her blue eyes will shine,

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Frikadeller returning, in its own time.

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Seasons may pass, but I always know,

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Her winter tradition will steal the show.

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The show, the show, hey

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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It’s strictly by the book,

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She’s got that locked-in-tight look.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller,

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There is really only one way,

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Measured and mindful, no room to stray.

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When my baby

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That rhythm and flavor, her holiday thing.

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When my baby cooks her Frikadeller

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I just can’t get enough, oh no,

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She brings that sweet hygge glow.

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Frikadeller… Frikadeller…

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ohh, Frikadeller…