Down those rusty trails we used to roam,
Underneath the stars, we called it home.
With a blanket of dreams and an old guitar,
Singing softly to the night, drifting near and far.
The crackling flames would dance to our song,
Echoes of laughter where we felt we belonged.
Whispers of the wind told tales of the past,
Every moment we shared, oh, I was hoping it would last.
Remember the way the firelight kissed your face,
The spark in your eyes, like a warm embrace?
With every flicker, I felt time stand still,
In those magical nights, oh, I loved you still.
Now the embers fade, and the night feels so long,
But in my heart, baby, the memories are strong.
Though rivers may change, and seasons drift away,
The echoes of our love will forever stay.
So let’s pack our dreams and find a new trail,
With every step forward, we’ll set our sails.
Through valleys and mountains, no matter how far,
Together we’ll wander, ‘neath the same shining star.
As the moonlight guides us on this winding path,
We’ll hold tight to love, through joy and the wrath.
With a heart that is free, I’ll always be by your side,
In this dance of our lives, let’s take it in stride.
So here’s to the trails where our memories are spun,
To campfires and laughter, two souls becoming one.
And though time may drift, and the seasons may change,
Our love lingers on, forever unchained.
Country
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