As the rambling winds carry my sigh,
With a gentle guitar strumming my heart,
In the open plains, where memories start.
Weathered barns hold stories untold,
Echoes of laughter and secrets of old,
Beneath the drifting clouds, dreams take flight,
In this soulful whisper, everything feels right.
We'd stroll by the river, hand in hand,
Dancing through life's fleeting strands,
With every note, our worries would fade,
In the arms of the night, our love serenade.
Every heartbeat's a rhythm, a song of the soul,
As the golden sunsets turn to coal,
And the rambling winds speak of love's refrain,
In the gentle guitar's voice, we feel no pain.
With you by my side, the world feels so vast,
In the glowing twilight, shadows are cast,
We'll weave our dreams like a tapestry fine,
Through the weathered barns, where the stars align.
So here's to the journey, through open plains,
With whispered memories woven in chains,
A life full of laughter, a melody sweet,
As we dance through the twilight, our hearts in sync beat.
So hold on forever, in this twilight glow,
With golden sunsets and love that will grow,
In the beauty of night, we'll never part ways,
In the warmth of each other, we'll find the days.
Country
Golden sunsets, rambling winds, gentle guitar, open plains, weathered barns, soulful whispers, drifting clouds
Country
Golden sunsets, rambling winds, gentle guitar, open plains, weathered barns, soulful whispers, drifting clouds