Gather 'round the fire, let the stories flow,
In the quiet of the cabin, where the river whispers low,
Seasons change like leaves that fall,
But these tales we weave will carry us through it all.
The stars above are dancing, shining bright and clear,
With every crackle from the flames, I feel you close, my dear,
Embrace the warmth of summer’s song,
As the chill of autumn beckons, we’ll hold on, we’ll be strong.
The river sings a melody of dreams and distant lands,
Where the golden fields once flourished, and the harvest graced our hands,
In the twilight glow, we cast our nets alight,
Gathering the memories as we drift into the night.
Moonlight paints the shadows, casting silver on the ground,
We’ll laugh and share our secrets, where the quiet can be found,
Through the ebb and flow of life, our spirits intertwined,
Each season brings its bounty, in every moment lined.
As winter wraps its blanket, and the world begins to freeze,
We’ll huddle close together, telling tales beside the trees,
The river may grow silent, but the heart will always sing,
For every tale of love we tell, the warmth of hope will bring.
So here’s to every harvest, to the memories we’ll make,
In the soft embrace of moonlight, with each choice that we take,
Through every shifting season, we’ll weather every storm,
In the cabin by the river, our hearts will always be warm.
As the stars fade into dawn, and the new day breaks the night,
We’ll carry forth our stories, in the gentle morning light.
Folk
Harvest, Cabin, River, Moonlight, Tales, Seasons, Embrace
Folk
Harvest, Cabin, River, Moonlight, Tales, Seasons, Embrace