In the fading light of a twilight glow,
Where shadows stretch and the wildflowers grow,
A hidden clearing calls out to the night,
With the soft refrain drifting, a sweet invitation,
The rambling poet speaks in the stillness,
His words like whispers in a gentle sigh,
Painting the sky with tales of old,
As the moonlight dances, casting dreams on high.
Come gather 'round, let the stories unfold,
Of lovers long gone and the brave hearts bold,
This endless story woven through our days,
We share in the laughter, in the softest praise,
For the stars above keep watch as we roam,
Each note a treasure, a glimpse of our home,
In every heartbeat, a new verse is born,
Underneath the sky, where tomorrow is worn.
So let us sing under the silver light,
In the hidden clearing where dreams ignite,
A weaving song that carries through the air,
Binding us together, a moment so rare,
With a gentle strum of the strings so true,
We'll chase the fading dusk, and the morning dew,
For the journey’s the treasure, in every embrace,
Guided by love, in this sacred space.
As the sun unveils, and the shadows disperse,
We’ll keep the stories, in the heart’s universe,
Casting our wishes on the softest breeze,
In this twilight glow, where the spirit finds ease,
So here we stand, hand in hand, on this road,
With whispers of love, we have lightened the load,
And as the last notes linger in the fading light,
We’ll carry the magic, through the endless night.
Folk
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