In the mornin' light, beneath the trees,
Where wooden cabins stand with grace,
Rippling waters sing their melodies,
In this dear and sacred place.
Hushed ballads carried on the breeze,
Their heartfelt tones weave through the air,
Nature whispers secrets with such ease,
While starlit dreams embrace the rare.
Tranquil moments pass like gentle streams,
Caught between the dusk and dawn,
Fading echoes dance in silver beams,
As the world around us softly yawn.
By the fire, shadows flicker bright,
Stories in the embers glow,
With every flick, we share a light,
In the heart of night, we grow.
With every note, with every sigh,
The music flows like rivers run,
As starlit whispers blanket the sky,
We find our peace 'neath the glowing sun.
So let us gather, hand in hand,
In the stillness where love's voice thrums,
In these wooden cabins, we'll make our stand,
With rippling waters, our hearts become one.
And as the twilight draws us near,
We'll cherish moments, let them roam,
For in this haven, we have no fear,
In fading echoes, we've found our home.
Folk
Wooden cabins, rippling waters, hushed ballads, heartfelt tones, starlit whispers, tranquil moments, fading echoes