Out where the tall pines sway and the sweet grass grows,
A storm rolls in, and the wild wind blows.
Underneath a sky painted grey and blue,
I find myself lost in the memories of you.
Firelight flickers in the heart of the night,
As I sit on the porch, holding on tight.
Those summer whispers dance like a breeze,
Bringing back moments that put my soul at ease.
We’d drive those back roads, just you and me,
The world was our canvas, wild and free.
With every turn, every laugh, every tear,
I hear the echoes, your voice crystal clear.
The thunder rumbles, but it can’t drown the past,
The warmth of your smile, a light that will last.
Though the storm may rage and the heart may ache,
These drifting memories are never at stake.
So I’ll sit here waiting, till the clouds roll away,
Holding onto those nights, where we’d laugh and sway.
In the firelight glow, I can see you still shine,
Your spirit’s forever twined up with mine.
As the rain starts falling, gently on the ground,
I’ll cherish the love in this small country town.
For every tempest that comes, I’ll weather the strife,
With you in my heart, there’s warmth in my life.
And when the storm settles, and the skies turn bright,
I’ll keep on drifting, through days and nights.
For every memory of you, like a gentle refrain,
Wraps me in comfort, through the joy and the pain.
So here’s to old memories, as the firelight fades,
In the heart of a country, where love never strays.
I’ll carry you with me, until the end of my days.
Country
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