Beyond the whispering waterside,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
I trace the path where the river flows,
A song of longing that nobody knows.
The willows weep with tales untold,
Their roots entwined in the river's hold,
In echoes soft, I hear their sighs,
A melody spun from deepening skies.
With every bend, I seek the way,
To carry my heart where the grasses sway,
Through fields of gold where wildflowers bloom,
In the quiet moments, I glimpse my room.
Oh, this longing, it pulls at my soul,
Like the tide that rushes to meet the shoal,
I’ll follow the currents, I’ll ride the streams,
Painting my spirit with whispered dreams.
As dusk settles down and the stars ignite,
I find my way back in the still of night,
To carry my heart on the wings of a song,
Where roots dive deep, I know I belong.
And in the shadows, I’ll make my vow,
To seek the horizon, to feel it now,
With every heartbeat, a promise made,
In the river of time, I’ll never fade.
So here I stand with my spirit free,
Amongst the echoes of what used to be,
With the song of the river, I’ll forever roam,
For every horizon whispers me home.
Folk
horizon, river, roots, song, longing