In the twilight glow, where the wild winds sigh,
There’s a story waiting 'neath the starlit sky,
On a wooden porch, where the memories flow,
With campfire tales that the whole world knows.
We gather 'round, in the soft, warm light,
Wandering hearts, we share through the night,
With the sunlit valleys stretching far and wide,
And the timeless rhythm where our dreams abide.
Oh, the crackle of flames, like a song in the air,
Brings a smile to our faces, without a single care,
And the sound of a soft harmonica plays,
As we laugh and we love through these golden days.
The mountain shadows dance with the light of the moon,
Whispers of secrets in a sweet, gentle tune,
Each story told with a familiar sigh,
In a world so vast, yet we feel so high.
So let’s raise a glass to the roads that we roam,
In the valleys and hills, we’ve all found a home,
With every fork in the trail, love’s the compass we trust,
As we ride on together, in this life that we must.
So here’s to the moments that will never fade,
As the campfire flickers, our worries evade,
We’ll chase those mountain shadows and let our souls soar,
With each sunset drawing us closer than before.
As we close our eyes beneath the starry dome,
We know in our hearts, we’re never alone,
With every soft note that the night gently lends,
We find our forever, where the journey never ends.
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Mountain shadows, campfire stories, wooden porches, sunlit valleys, timeless rhythm, wandering hearts, soft harmonica