In the still of the twilight, where shadows softly play,
I wander through the valleys, where the lost dreams stray.
Above the soaring ridges, where the silence wraps so tight,
The echoes of our laughter linger in the night.
With every breeze that brushes, I can feel your gentle soul,
The whispers in the pine trees, they remind me I’m not whole.
Your love’s the compass guiding, through this wild, uncharted roam,
Each peak sings of your presence, my heart's forever home.
Beneath the silver crescent, where the stars begin to hum,
I trace the paths we traveled, where the wildflowers come.
The mountains hold our stories, carved in stone and time,
In the echoes of the silence, your heartbeat feels like mine.
Oh, how the river dances, in this sacred, still embrace,
Every turn, a memory, longing for your face.
Though distance lays its burden, and the miles can feel so wide,
In the echoes of the silence, I will carry you inside.
So here beneath the heavens, as the night begins to wane,
I’ll sing our song together, through the joy and through the pain.
Though the world may shift and falter, and the seasons change their tone,
In this heart, amidst the mountains, you will always be my home.
Folk
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