In the amber haze of a fading day,
Where whispers wander and shadows play,
I found a path through the crumbling stone,
To a hidden grove where the heart feels home.
The trees stood tall, like guardians old,
With stories of warmth in the wind, they told.
A soft refrain came dancing on air,
Of laughter and dreams, the sweet promise shared.
As the sun dipped low, painting skies so wide,
The echoes of ages began to abide.
In the twilight glow, with a fragile sigh,
I watched as the stars flickered into the sky.
Oh, let the night cradle the weary and worn,
In the hush of the grove, where the magic is born.
For in every glimmer, in every soft note,
Lives the spirit of all that our souls truly wrote.
So gather around, let the stories unfold,
In the amber haze where the mysteries hold.
With the ancient skies watching over our dreams,
We'll find our way home, or so it seems.
And when morning breaks, and the sun starts to rise,
We'll carry this moment as love never dies.
In the heart of the grove, where the memories stay,
In the amber haze, we’ll forever find our way.
Folk
Amber haze, crumbling stone, hidden grove, soft refrain, ancient skies
Folk
Amber haze, crumbling stone, hidden grove, soft refrain, ancient skies