In the soft embrace of twilight’s glow,
Where whispers of dreams and shadows flow,
A wistful ballad drifts on the air,
Calling the hearts of those who dare.
Through the winding paths of the autumn breeze,
I find my way where the tall grass sways.
A moonlit cabin sits in silence deep,
Where weary travelers rest their sleep.
With hollow footsteps upon the ground,
I hear the echoes of love, profound.
Each step I take along this winding trail,
Bears the weight of stories the night will unveil.
The drifting melody sings of the past,
Memories woven, meant to last.
With every tune that cradles the night,
I find a flicker of hope and light.
So gather ‘round, for the stars will gleam,
And we’ll share our tales, like threads in a dream.
In this sacred space, let our spirits dance,
As we breathe in the magic, as if by chance.
As the moonlight bathes each weary face,
We’ll find our solace, our rightful place.
For in this moment, we are never alone,
The heart of the hill will always be home.
Folk
Rolling hills, Wistful ballad, Moonlit cabin, Autumn breeze, Drifting melody, Hollow footsteps, Weary traveler
Folk
Rolling hills, Wistful ballad, Moonlit cabin, Autumn breeze, Drifting melody, Hollow footsteps, Weary traveler