In the land where the wildflowers sway,
Wandering hearts find their way,
Through the fields where the sun dips low,
Chasing shadows that the evening won't show.
Rustic warmth in the sun-kissed breeze,
Whispers of love in the rustling leaves,
With soft strumming painting the air,
As we lose ourselves without a care.
The golden horizons stretch wide and free,
Like the dreams that flow through you and me,
In quiet valleys where the river winds,
We’ll leave our troubles and the world behind.
In the glow of dusk, we dance and we sing,
With the stars above, our souls take wing,
From countryside dreams that we never outgrow,
To heartbeats echoing, soft and slow.
So let the evening haze wrap us tight,
With laughter and stories that linger in light,
For every moment spent so divine,
Is a chapter written in this love of mine.
And as the night unfolds its embrace,
We'll wander together, finding our place,
In this beautiful world where our spirits align,
Two wandering hearts, forever entwined.
Folk
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