In quiet valleys, where we dream,
The rippling waters softly gleam,
Underneath the boughs of ancient trees,
Whispers carried on the evening breeze.
With wooden cabins nestled tight,
Their rustic charm a warm invite,
I strum my guitar, gentle and slow,
Heartfelt lyrics in the softening glow.
The sun sets low, painting skies with gold,
Stories of love and laughter unfold,
As shadows dance in the fading light,
Memories linger, holding on tight.
The world outside feels far away,
In this haven where we long to stay,
The echoes of laughter in the night,
Draw me closer to the fire’s light.
With every note, a tale to tell,
Of valleys deep and wishes that swell,
Through gentle strums, our hearts entwine,
In a melody that feels divine.
As evening haze begins to fall,
We gather round for one last call,
While the moonlight bathes the cabin bright,
We find our peace in this quiet night.
So let us sing ‘neath the stars above,
To the rhythm of life, to the warmth of love,
In these quiet valleys, together we'll stay,
Where our hearts are free, come what may.
Folk
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