In a sun-drenched field where the wildflowers sway,
I stroll with my heart in a gentle ballet,
With worn boots on this path, where the memories flow,
And whispers of youth in the soft breezes blow.
By the river's edge where the smooth stones lie,
I hear a lost melody drifting on high,
It carries me back to the days long gone,
When laughter danced bright in the early dawn.
A windblown hat tosses dreams in the air,
Like the hopes of a boy who was careless and rare,
With every soft footfall, the echoes unite,
In the remnants of stories that shine in the light.
The sun wraps around me, a warm, golden glow,
As I weave through the past like a stream's sweet-flow,
With each faded whisper, and each fleeting glance,
The spirit of freedom ignites a wild chance.
So I’ll walk through the whispering fields of my past,
With tales of the river and shadows that cast,
And though the lost melodies may fade with the day,
I carry their beauty in my heart where they play.
In a sun-drenched field where the wildflowers sway,
I find my own rhythm, and I’ll never stray.
As long as the river flows free to the sea,
These memories bloom like the flowers for me.
Folk
Sun-drenched field, worn boots, river stones, windblown hat, lost melody
Folk
Sun-drenched field, worn boots, river stones, windblown hat, lost melody