In the glow of the amber skies,
Where the fading echoes linger long,
I find myself on these grassy hills,
Listening to the land sing its song.
Cowboy tales whisper through the pines,
In every rustle, in the breeze that chimes.
With each heartfelt whisper, memories flow,
In gentle harmonies, the past starts to grow.
The sun dips low, painting shadows bright,
Stories of love, lost in the night.
Rustic charm wraps the world in gold,
Crafting sweet moments we’ve all been told.
With the stars above, we'll gather 'round,
As the echoes of laughter dance on the ground.
In this life of open roads,
Every journey a story that unfolds.
Through the winding trails and moonlit sails,
We’ll keep on singing those cowboy tales.
So hold me close, let our hearts ignite,
As we sway with the breeze, lost in the night.
Among the grassy hills where time stands still,
Where the fading echoes echo our will,
With a love that we share, so deep, so bright,
Under amber skies, everything feels right.
Together forever, come joy, come strife,
In this dance of dreams, we’ll write our life.
So let's raise a glass to the way we feel,
In the warmth of the dusk, with the truth that’s real.
As the daylight fades into the night,
With gentle harmonies, everything’s alright.
In the heart of these hills, love’s story will thrive,
With rustic charm, we’ll always feel alive.
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