Out in the open fields where the wildflowers dance,
I can feel the heartbeat of this wide expanse.
Golden wheat sways like a sea of gold,
Stories of the frontier, waiting to be told.
Cowboy boots set to wander these lands,
With each step I take, I’m making my stands.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets untold,
Carrying the memories as the evening unfolds.
We’d ride under stars with the moon shining bright,
Chasing our dreams like the fireflies' light.
In the shadow of the mountains, where freedom calls,
With laughter that echoes through the canyon walls.
There’s a rusted fence marking old, worn trails,
A testament to the heart where adventure prevails.
We’d grapple with life like the lasso and rope,
Finding our fortune in laughter and hope.
The sunset paints skies in the colors of night,
With a sense of belonging, everything feels right.
In this sweet solitude, we raise our glass high,
To the joys of this life and the love that won’t die.
So here’s to the open fields and the journeys we find,
To the rusted fence memories, forever entwined.
In golden wheat dreams under skies so vast,
We'll cherish these moments, oh, let them last.
With every heartbeat of this land that we roam,
We’re carving our paths and making it home.
And as we walk on, with our spirits set free,
We’ll carry the whispers of the gentle breeze.
Country
Open fields, rusted fence, golden wheat, cowboy boots, gentle breeze
Country
Open fields, rusted fence, golden wheat, cowboy boots, gentle breeze