In the valley where the wildflowers bloom,
Under a sky that dances with the moon,
The whispers of the night sing soft and low,
Carried like a secret on the creekstone flow.
In the woven shade of the ancient trees,
Where the sparrows weave their stories on the breeze,
I gather up the echoes of the day,
And let the golden hush guide my heart away.
Chasing shadows, as the daylight fades,
Finding solace in the twilight glades,
Every note a memory, each chord a sigh,
In this meadow’s song, we learn to fly.
As the fireflies twinkle in the dusk,
And the world wraps in a gentle husk,
I close my eyes and breathe in deep and wide,
With the stars as my lantern, and the night as my guide.
Now the dreams take flight on sparrow's wings,
Singing out the joy that the evening brings,
In the distance, where the river bends,
I hear the meadow hymn that never ends.
So let our stories drift like petals in the stream,
Through the woven shade, we'll follow every dream,
In this peaceful twilight, where our hearts belong,
We'll carry on the melody, forever in our song.
Folk
Meadow hymn, creekstone echo, woven shade, sparrow flight, golden hush
Folk
Meadow hymn, creekstone echo, woven shade, sparrow flight, golden hush