Under the campfire glow, where the stories unfold,
By the whispering trees, and the secrets they hold,
With the moonlit sky painting shadows on our fate,
We share a laugh, we share a dream, hoping it’s not too late.
Your old pickup rumbles, down that winding road,
With a steel guitar strumming, singing tales of heavy load,
And the whiskey river flows, washing worries away,
Every drop carries memories of nightfall’s soft sway.
We’re dancing with the stars, in a lonely little town,
As the crickets play the rhythm, we let the world slow down,
Your hand finds mine, as the fire flickers bright,
In this moment, it feels like everything’s alright.
The scent of burning pine lingers in the night air,
With each song we sing, we’re free without a care,
Time stops in the stillness, as the embers start to fade,
Promises wrapped in laughter, and the memories we made.
Now the darkness whispers, and the hush falls all around,
But I know your heart’s still with me, in the silence we have found,
So let’s cherish these moments like a treasure we bestow,
Forever in our hearts, by the campfire glow.
As the last spark dances, I’ll hold your hand so tight,
With the steel guitar playing softly, we’ll face the coming light,
For even when the stars fade, and the morning starts to show,
Our love will keep on shining, like the campfire glow.
Country
Campfire glow, moonlit sky, steel guitar, old pickup, whiskey river
Country
Campfire glow, moonlit sky, steel guitar, old pickup, whiskey river