In the morning glow where the wildwood trail winds,
I wander where the whispers of the forest unwind,
Through the dappled light dancing on leaves overhead,
I follow the path where the old stories tread.
The braided river flows, a silver thread of song,
It carries the memories of where I belong,
Each ripple and gust, with the cedar winds play,
As I traverse this land where my heart longs to stay.
With each step I take, there's a magic in the air,
The scent of pine and earth, it lingers everywhere,
I gather the moments as the seasons unite,
In the arms of the wild, I find peace in the night.
The echoing hills hold the secrets of old,
In the hush of the twilight, their stories unfold,
As I sit on the edge where the shadows grow long,
I’m wrapped in the comfort of this sweet, timeless song.
As the sun bows low, painting skies in gold hue,
I promise this wildwood will always be true,
With the river beside me and the winds as my guide,
Forever I'll wander, with the earth by my side.
So here in this moment, where my spirit runs free,
I’ll cherish the path and the world’s harmony,
In the echoing hills, where my dreams softly dwell,
I find my forever, in the heart of the well.
Folk
Echoing hills, wildwood trail, braided river, dappled light, cedar winds
Folk
Echoing hills, wildwood trail, braided river, dappled light, cedar winds