In the heart of fields where the daisies sway,
Under amber skies, we’ll find our way,
With wandering melodies that dance through the air,
In peaceful winds that whisper secrets rare.
We’ll wander through the valleys, hear the stories untold,
Of countryside tales wrapped in dreams of gold,
Each step that we take, every soft rhythm beats,
A lullaby of nature, where the wild heart meets.
Where the sunlit clearings greet the morning light,
And the shadows retreat as day takes flight,
With warm harmonies rising from the rustling leaves,
We’ll weave our own song, in the world that believes.
With every soft strum of my weathered guitar,
We’ll paint our own canvas, no matter how far,
Through thickets and meadows, where the wildflowers bloom,
I’ll gather the wisdom from the lovely perfume.
So let the world sway with our gentle refrain,
As we lose ourselves in the soft, sweet terrain,
With the peaceful winds cradling whispers and sighs,
We’ll sing to the heavens, beneath the bright skies.
When twilight descends and the stars start to shine,
We’ll hold our dreams close, like the finest wine,
With each moment cherished and every song sung,
We’ll rest in the quiet, where our hearts are young.
As the daylight fades, and the memories rise,
In the warmth of the night, beneath dark velvet skies,
We’ll carry the whispers of the stories we weave,
In the sunlit clearings, forever we’ll believe.
Folk
Sunlit clearings, wandering melodies, peaceful winds, countryside tales, soft rhythms, amber skies, warm harmonies