Whisper through the day's embrace,
Where the rivers dance with earthy melodies,
In the quiet, we find our place.
Golden tones paint the evening,
As shadows stretch and twilight glows,
With rustic chords that weave a story,
In the heart where the wildflower grows.
Children's laughter fills the meadows,
Chasing dreams in the open skies,
While the echoes of their fleeting footsteps,
Carry heartfelt stories, never dies.
As we gather 'round the fire,
With old guitars and voices low,
Each note a bridge to moments shared,
In the warmth of love, our spirits flow.
Seasons change, but we keep singing,
Through valleys deep, on mountains high,
Life's a canvas, we keep on painting,
Underneath that endless sky.
So let the sunlit hills surround us,
And the gentle breezes lead us home,
We'll carry forth our earthly melodies,
For in this world, we are never alone.
When the stars begin to glitter,
And the night wraps all in grace,
We'll find solace in our memories,
In this timeless, sacred space.
In the end, it's love that guides us,
Through the shadows and the light,
Together we create our story,
Forever, hearts in flight.
Folk
Sunlit hills, gentle breezes, earthy melodies, golden tones, rustic chords, heartfelt stories, open skies
Folk
Sunlit hills, gentle breezes, earthy melodies, golden tones, rustic chords, heartfelt stories, open skies