In the open pastures where we once ran free,
I hear the whispers of your memory,
With every breeze that dances through the trees,
I feel the weight of what we used to be.
The sky is painted grey, a stormy horizon,
And though the clouds are dark, my heart keeps risin',
With every raindrop falling, it’s your face I see,
A lonely longing melody, it’s haunting me.
Steel strings on my guitar echo all my pain,
Each strum telling stories, like a lovers’ refrain,
But every note I play brings your name to mind,
And it’s your voice I long for, so hard to find.
We walked on golden trails, where the wildflowers bloomed,
Now shadows dance around me, your laughter now entombed,
The laughter fades to silence, like a whisper in the wind,
In the open pastures, where the heartache begins.
Every sunset paints the sky with shades of sorrow,
I search for a tomorrow without you to borrow,
But the love that we lost still lingers in the air,
In this empty landscape, it’s a weight I cannot bear.
So I’ll keep strumming this longing melody,
And in the heart of summer, I’ll set your spirit free,
For in the open pastures where our dreams took flight,
I’ll cherish what we had, and let love shine bright.
As the storm clouds pass and the sun starts to appear,
I’ll hold onto the hope of finding you near,
In the echoes of the past, I’ll find peace within,
In the open pastures, my love will never end.
Country
Open pastures, stormy horizon, steel strings, lost love, longing melody
Country
Open pastures, stormy horizon, steel strings, lost love, longing melody