On the Bourbon Range, where the wild winds blow,
Past the faded campfire, where memories flow.
In the winding meadow, under a sapphire sky,
I hear the whispers of the past, as the night drifts by.
Stars are dancing softly, casting shadows low,
And the silent saddle waits, for the journey we won’t know.
With your hand in mine, we wander hand in hand,
Through the moonlit harvest, in a dreamlike land.
The scent of sweet tobacco hangs heavy in the air,
As we talk of dreams and love, without a single care.
Each laugh, each tear, paints our story bright,
In the tapestry of twilight, everything feels right.
Fields of gold and shadows, where the fireflies play,
We’re writing our own legends, as the night turns to day.
Every step we take, our hearts begin to sing,
In the quiet of the dusk, love is the offering.
So let’s chase that horizon, where the dawn meets the night,
With the whispers of the Bourbon Range, guiding our flight.
No more faded campfires, just the warmth of your embrace,
In the winding meadow, we’ve found our place.
So hold on tight, my darling, as we ride into the sun,
With the silent saddle ready, our adventure’s just begun.
In a world that’s always turning, we’ll find our way again,
With the moonlit harvest shining, love will never end.
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Bourbon Range, Faded Campfire, Winding Meadow, Silent Saddle, Moonlit Harvest