In the morning light, where the shadows play,
I hear a whisper drifting on the day,
A soft echo sings through the winding trees,
Carried by the gentle touch of the timber breeze.
Mountains stand tall beneath a lonely sky,
As streams of silver dance and flow nearby,
With every step, the earth feels like home,
On this golden horizon, I will roam.
The fire burns bright, casting tales of old,
Stories of the heart that never grow cold,
With each rustic chord strummed on a worn guitar,
We weave our dreams like constellations afar.
In fields of green, where the wildflowers sway,
I lose my worries, let them fade away,
Dancing in circles 'neath the twilight glow,
Embracing every moment, letting love grow.
As the stars emerge in the vast night sky,
I’ll hold your hand, and we’ll never say goodbye,
For in this quiet life, we find our way,
Along the timber breeze, forever we’ll stay.
So here’s to the echoes that linger in the air,
And the golden horizon that paints us fair,
With a rustic chord, we’ll sing our refrain,
Together we’ll wander, through joy and through pain.
And when the sun sets on our timeless shore,
We'll find peace in the memories that we adore.
In the heart of the night, our spirits soar,
Settled in this harmony, forevermore.
Folk
Rustic Chord, Golden Horizon, Soft Echo, Timber Breeze, Lonely Sky
Folk
Rustic Chord, Golden Horizon, Soft Echo, Timber Breeze, Lonely Sky