As the sun begins its slow descent,
We gather 'round where the old barn was spent,
The laughter of children, sweet as can be,
Echoes through fields like a soft melody.
With ribbons and colors in the twilight glow,
We stroll through the stalls where the candles do glow,
The scent of fresh hay, it fills up the space,
As the warmth of the sunset kisses your face.
The fiddler plays on, strumming heartstrings tight,
With every note, he dances us into the night,
Cups raised high, full of dreams and cheer,
In the country fair, we’ve got not a fear.
Hayrides rolling down the dusty old lane,
Carrying whispers of love in the rain,
We share our sweet stories under the stars,
Finding our fortunes beneath moonlit bars.
The laughter, the music, a symphony fine,
We sway to the rhythm and lose track of time,
The world outside waits, but we’re here to stay,
In this magic-filled evening, where hearts find their way.
So hold my hand tight as the fireflies dance,
We’ll relish these moments, lost in a glance,
With you by my side, I can’t ask for more,
On this warm summer night, we’ll forever explore.
As the stars fill the sky, we’ll carry this flair,
In the heart of the night, at the country fair,
With each strum of the fiddle, a love song we’ll share,
This sweet laughter and joy float forever in the air.
Country
Country fair, hayrides, fiddle strings, sweet laughter, warm sunset
Country
Country fair, hayrides, fiddle strings, sweet laughter, warm sunset