There's a whisper of the twilight, calls me from afar,
With rolling hills beneath the evening haze,
I can feel the pull of the past, like an old guitar,
Strumming longing melodies through the days.
Rustic fences line the pathways where our dreams once trod,
And those old wagons tell stories of the love we knew,
With tender whispers riding softly on the breeze,
Every sunset paints a memory, reminds me of you.
I drove those open roads, where the wildflowers bloom,
Chasing shadows of the days when we were young and free,
Through the valleys and the canyons, I felt the weight of your tune,
Each twist and turn a note in our sweet harmony.
Rivers flow like secrets, through the heart of this land,
And I trace the lines of your laughter in the stars,
Though time's a relentless river, I still hold your hand,
In the echoes of our journey, we’ve come so far.
So I'll keep on rolling, singing songs to the night,
With you in every heartbeat, and in every line I write,
For even in the evening haze, I know love never fades,
We're bound to these rolling hills, through all our escapades.
As the daylight whispers softly, and the world begins to sleep,
I promise to remember every secret that we keep,
In the twilight’s glowing ember, in the stillness, we’ll remain,
Forever intertwined in the melody of love and pain.
Country
Rolling hills, evening haze, old wagons, rustic fences, longing melodies, tender whispers, open roads
Country
Rolling hills, evening haze, old wagons, rustic fences, longing melodies, tender whispers, open roads