In the hush of the evening, where the shadows dance slow,
I’ll sing you a lantern song, as the autumn winds blow.
Through the leaves that are falling, hear that sweet, gentle sigh,
With each rustle and whisper, life’s a fleeting goodbye.
Down cobbled paths we wander, by the light of the moon,
With the stars as our guides, we’ll chase away the gloom.
In the stillness of twilight, time’s soft, wind-carved tones,
Echo through hollow spaces, as we find our way home.
Chorus of crickets calling, in the cool, crisp night air,
Every note tells a story, of the moments we share.
Fleeting echoes of laughter, with the dawn on the rise,
We’ll treasure the memories as the daylight draws nigh.
As the lanterns are fading and the fireflies wane,
We’ll hold close our secrets like a sweet, lingering strain.
Every path that we traveled brought us closer, you’ll see,
In the heart of this journey, it’s forever you and me.
So let the night be our canvas, let the stars paint our dreams,
In a world full of wonder, nothing’s ever as it seems.
With the rustle of the autumn leaves and the nightbirds’ soft croon,
We’ll weave our own tale beneath the crescent moon.
So here’s to the lantern song that lights our way tonight,
In the echoes of our laughter, we’ll always find the light.
And as the silence settles, let it wrap us like a shroud,
For in the heart of the whispers, we’ve found our place, allowed.
Folk
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