On a wooden porch where the shadows run,
I sit and watch the fading sun,
Casting gold on the endless trails,
Where whispered dreams and memories sail.
With gentle strums on my old guitar,
I play a tune under the evening star,
As warm harmonies drift through the air,
Telling tales of love and the moments we share.
In the distance, echoes call our names,
Through rolling hills where the wildflowers came,
We chased the light, hearts so alive,
In a world where hope and the spirit thrive.
Each chord I play brings me back,
To those summer nights, moments we lack,
With the softest winds and our laughter bright,
Nothing feels lost when you hold on tight.
So let the fading sun paint the sky,
With every color as the day waves goodbye,
I'll cherish the trails where our footprints lie,
In the heart of the hills, where dreams never die.
And though the shadows slowly stretch long,
There’s a light in our hearts that always stays strong,
With every note, the memories run,
Forever alive in the glow of the fading sun.
Country
Fading sun, wooden porches, endless trails, gentle strums, warm harmonies, distant echoes, rolling hills