In a world where shadows play,
'Neath the boughs where whispers stay,
Moss-clad dreams drift through the night,
Guided by the stars so bright.
With a faded map that knows the way,
We wander far, come what may,
To find that old forgotten trail,
Where love and laughter will prevail.
The lark’s lament hums soft and low,
Echoes through the twilight glow,
Each note a thread of yesterday,
Binding hearts in sweet dismay.
Oh, the tales that firelight spins,
Of where we've been and where it begins,
Every spark a memory’s face,
Glowing warm in time and space.
As twilight murmur fills the air,
Stories linger, fragile, fair,
And in the quiet of the eve,
We weave the dreams we dare believe.
So take my hand beneath the stars,
We’ll trace our journey, near and far,
Through every shadow, every tear,
Together we’ll unearth the cheer.
And when the dawn begins to break,
In the hearthstone glow, the path we make,
With moss-clad dreams and hearts aglow,
We'll find our way, let love bestow.
In the end, amidst the light,
We'll forge our fate, we’ll take flight,
For every journey that we know,
Begins and ends in the hearthstone glow.
Folk
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