As the sun sets down on dusty horizons,
I can see the colors dance in the twilight glow,
Where the sweet harmonies of crickets start risin',
And the stars begin their soft, silver show.
There’s a place where the picket fences are leaning,
And the fireflies paint the air with delight,
On winding rivers where our hearts keep dreaming,
We'll find our way in the warm summer night.
Every tender lyric that you whisper low,
Carries the magic of our southern charm,
In the fields where we once used to roam,
Let the music wrap us in its gentle arms.
We’ll take a stroll down those old gravel roads,
With your hand in mine, we'll let the world fade,
In the shadows of the tall, swaying oaks,
Where the memories linger like a sweet serenade.
As the sun dips behind those dusty horizons,
We'll write our story in the soft evening air,
With every pulse of the night softly sighin',
No treasure compares to the love that we share.
So let's build our dreams where the wildflowers bloom,
With the whispers of nature guiding the way,
In this life of ours where sweet harmonies loom,
We’ll dance through the night until the break of day.
With every tender lyric and soft glow,
We'll cherish the moments while shadows grow long,
As we find our peace in this timeless flow,
Together forever, where our hearts belong.
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