The sun begins to rise on the mountain ridges,
Where the sky kisses the earth in a warm embrace.
I hear a distant song on the prairie winds,
Whispering sweet nothings through the open space.
With whiskey laughs around the wooden porches,
We share our stories ‘neath the fading chords.
The nights stretch long like the endless journeys,
Every memory strummed on an old guitar’s rewards.
Those tender strums take me back to the moments,
When our dreams were wild and the world was ours,
We danced in the shadows of the twilight glow,
Chasing the echoes of the falling stars.
There's magic in the silence of the twilight air,
As the fire burns low, and the embers fade,
We close our eyes and let the rhythm flow,
Every note a promise that we'll never trade.
So let the mountain ridges be our guiding light,
Through every winding road we choose to roam,
In the arms of the night, with the stars as our chart,
We'll find our way, no matter how far from home.
With whiskey laughs around the wooden porches,
We'll weave our tale like a dance in the dark,
In the heart of the journey, we'll never lose our spark,
For our love’s the song played on every lonesome mark.
As the sun dips low beyond the canyon's edge,
I hold your hand, and I know we have it all,
In the tapestry of life, stitched with love’s embrace,
We’ll sing our song until the final call.
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