Beneath the stars, the night is young,
We gather 'round the warmth so bright,
With whispers of a campfire song,
Our hearts ignite under the moon's soft light.
The gentle breeze carries tales untold,
Of dreams we chase and paths we weave,
In the golden glow, our spirits unfold,
With faith in our hearts, we dare to believe.
The flickering flames dance like our souls,
Casting shadows on the hopes we share,
Each note we play makes the darkness whole,
In the meadow, we breathe in the night air.
With every strum, there’s a longing ache,
For moments lost, and chances missed,
Yet here we stand, no room for mistake,
For love's embrace is all that we've wished.
So lift your voice, let the silence break,
For together we stand, through sorrows and joys,
With each campfire song, our hearts awake,
In this meadow of dreams, forever our oys.
With every ember that softly falls,
We promise to meet where the wildflowers sway,
And though time may pass, we'll heed the calls,
In the heart of this meadow, we’ll find our way.
As the fire fades into the dawn,
We carry a piece of the night in our song,
For in the meadow, where we belong,
Faith will guide us, forever strong.
Folk
meadow, campfire, song, faith, longing