The sun's just peeking over distant hills,
With morning dew on the grass, it's a brand new thrill.
The world awakens in a soft golden hue,
And I hear the echoes of our love so true.
There's a cracked saddle leaning against the old barn,
A memory of rides, so wild and so far.
We chased those wild mustangs, running free and wild,
The laughter we shared, like a sweet-singing child.
Underneath the stars, we’d gather 'round the flame,
Singing campfire songs, calling each other’s names.
Every note and every word took us back to those days,
When love was our compass, guiding all of our ways.
The night winds whisper tales of what used to be,
While I hold onto dreams, like the roots of a tree.
Those memories linger, through the joy and the pain,
In the heart of this cowboy, our love will remain.
So here’s to the journeys, to the roads that we roam,
In the heart of the mountains, we’ll always call home.
With morning dew glistening, and the wild horses' run,
I’ll live for this moment, until my days are done.
As the sun sets low and our stories align,
I’ll cherish these memories, forever you’ll be mine.
Country
Morning dew, cracked saddle, wild mustangs, distant hills, campfire songs
Country
Morning dew, cracked saddle, wild mustangs, distant hills, campfire songs