Mangoes and Olives

Verse 1

The morning light hits the groves today,

The silver-green leaves are starting to sway.

I look out the window at the rows in the dirt,

Where the quiet of the morning matches the hurt.

The tractor is still, the crates put away,

But I can still see you at the start of the day.

An old, caring soul with grease on your hands,

The man who found peace in the trees and the lands.

Chorus

Oh, the anchor is gone, but the sea still stays,

I carry your kindness through the rest of my days.

It's not just a goodbye, it's a long-held thread,

Of the deepest love that you never left unsaid.

You taught me how to stand by just being mild,

And I'll always be your grateful child.

Verse 2

From the shade of the olives to the heat of July,

Where the heavy, sweet mangoes hang under the sky.

I remember you walking the edges of green,

The most patient worker these trees have seen.

Worn smooth by the years and the strength of the sun,

Tending the fruit till the harvest was done.

Now the branches are heavy, the oil has been pressed,

And the man who gave everything finally can rest.

Chorus

Oh, the anchor is gone, but the sea still stays,

I carry your kindness through the rest of my days.

It's not just a goodbye, it's a long-held thread,

Of the deepest love that you never left unsaid.

You taught me how to stand by just being mild,

And I'll always be your grateful child.

Bridge

And if heaven's a place with a clear open sky,

I hope there's a grove where the branches grow high.

Where the mangoes are sweet and the summer winds blow,

And you look down and never wonder why

It hurts this damn much to be left down below—

Because loving a man like you was the easiest thing I'll ever know.

Outro

The house gets dark, and the stars come out,

Over the acres we used to talk about.

Go on and rest now, your long watch is done,

The fields are all sleeping under the sun.

Goodnight, Dad.

I love you.

Goodnight.