In the fields of dawn, where the wildflowers grow,
I can feel the warmth of the sun's gentle glow.
The gravel road leads me back to my roots,
Where every corner whispers old country tunes.
With the sunrise painting skies in golden hues,
I chase the heartbeats in this world I choose.
Each step is a story, each turn is a chance,
Got my boots in the dirt, and I'm ready to dance.
There's a harmony found in the rustling leaves,
And the way the morning breeze sings through the trees.
I'll follow the river where it winds and flows,
Finding pieces of solace that only home knows.
The sun climbs higher, lighting up the day,
With each moment I breathe, I just want to stay.
Through the laughter and heartache, the memories unfold,
In the fields of my youth, every promise is gold.
When the evening draws near and the stars start to shine,
I’ll sit by the fire, a glass raised to time.
With the echoes of laughter, I’ll hold on tight,
To the love that surrounds me in the soft moonlight.
So here's to the gravel, the sunrise above,
To the fields and the memories, the friendships we love.
In every sweet moment, I find my own way,
Knowing I’m forever where my heart wants to stay.
Country
Fields, sunrise, gravel, harmony, home