CELEBRATION · AFRO POP
Keys in My Hand
For the first day of your own big thing
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Why this song was made
This song celebrates a woman opening her first neighbourhood bakery after years of early shifts and saving. Her friends give her a song for opening morning, honouring both her work and the people who helped.
Read the lyrics
[Verse 1]
You kept a little notebook with a shopfront on page three,
And added up the overtime beside a cup of tea.
We tasted every practice loaf, discussed each possible name,
Now your lettering is shining through the early window pane.
[Chorus]
Keys in my hand, music in the doorway,
Open up the shutters; let the morning have its say.
It started as a pencil mark, a wish, a little plan,
Now the whole street smells like something that I made with my own hands.
[Verse 2]
Your brother brought the ladder and your friend repainted twice,
Your neighbour made the bunting and refused to name a price.
The first customer is waiting with her shopping trolley blue,
You tuck your hair behind your ear and say good morning, how are you?
[Bridge]
There'll be invoices and long days and a batch that won't behave,
But today let's lift a paper cup to everything you gave.
You built this with your courage and the people gathered round,
Hear the bell above the doorway make its wonderful new sound.
[Chorus]
Keys in my hand, music in the doorway,
Open up the shutters; let the morning have its say.
It started as a pencil mark, a wish, a little plan,
Now the whole street smells like something that I made with my own hands.