In the heart of the evening, where the shadows rest,
Wandering melodies dance through the pines,
Rippling brooks whisper secrets of the day,
Carried through the twilight, where the soft light shines.
In the quiet of the forest, where the wildflowers bloom,
Wooded glens cradle dreams that drift and sway,
With each gentle breeze that stirs the autumn air,
I'm lost in the sweet sound of nature's ballet.
Fading light paints the sky in hues of gold,
As the stars begin their climb, they beckon me near,
In the rustling leaves, I find my song retold,
Joy and sorrow mingle, both tender and clear.
Heartfelt verses rise from the depths of my soul,
Wrapped in the rustic glow of a fire's embrace,
Every note is a story, every word, a wish,
Echoing the memories we cannot replace.
So let the wandering melodies lead me away,
Through the evening's embrace, into the unknown,
With the rippling brooks guiding my weary heart,
I’ll find my way home, where love has been sown.
And as the last echoes of twilight arrive,
I’ll carry the music, let its spirit stay near,
For in every sweet harmony, I feel so alive,
In the gentle embrace of this life I hold dear.
Folk
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