In the rolling meadows where the wildflowers sway,
Beneath the twilight glow, we’ll dance till the day,
Soft harmonies linger in the crisp mountain air,
Whispers of the night breeze, we’ll go anywhere.
With gentle strums echoing through the trees so tall,
Rustic tales unfold, we’ll share them one and all,
Dewy mornings greet us, kissed by the dawn's light,
As the world's a canvas, painted in soft white.
Chasing shadows and dreams as the stars start to fade,
We’ll weave our stories into the quiet glade,
Every laugh, every sigh, a note in the song,
In the heart of the meadows, we know we belong.
With every gust of wind, let the spirits arise,
Guided by the moonlight, beneath the endless skies,
In these rolling meadows, with you by my side,
We’ll capture the moment, there’s nothing to hide.
And when the sun sets low, casting gold on our skin,
We’ll hold on to the magic, let the journey begin,
For every dewy morning brings a chance to renew,
In this tapestry of time, it’s just me and you.
So here’s to the twilight that cradles our dreams,
To the rustic tales told by the babbling streams,
With the gentle strums of a guitar in our hands,
In the rolling meadows, forever we’ll stand.
As stars softly flicker, we’ll find our way home,
In the rolling meadows, we’re never alone.
Folk
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