On windy trails where the shadows play,
I’m chasing dreams that drift away,
With campfire songs and the stars in sight,
We'll sing our hearts out in the cool of night.
The crackling flames, they whisper low,
Tales of cowboys where the wild winds blow,
Broken dreams, they scatter like dust,
In the warmth of friendship, we find our trust.
Sunlit mornings fade into the dusk,
But in this moment, it’s enough, just us,
With slow rhythms strumming through the air,
Every note a secret we gladly share.
We’ll wander far down these dusty roads,
With gentle strums, we’ll lighten our loads,
The stories echo, woven in the breeze,
In every laugh, in every memory we seize.
Though life can feel like a restless ride,
We’ll hold each other through the storms outside,
With every chord, we'll mend what seems lost,
And find our way, no matter the cost.
So here’s to the nights that make us whole,
To the campfire glow and the music in our soul,
As long as we’ve got these moments to feel,
We’ll keep on living, and love will be real.
With the last note played, the fire will fade,
But the memories linger, they never trade,
On windy trails, forever we roam,
With dreams as our compass, we’ll always be home.
Country
Windy trails, campfire songs, broken dreams, sunlit mornings, cowboy tales, slow rhythms, gentle strums