Rustling willow where the shadows dwell,
Along the wooden path, I'll weave my tale,
A silent river flows beneath the stars,
Carrying dreams and the echoes of our scars.
Oh, the open prairie stretched so wide,
Where the winds of change often softly glide,
With shimmering dusk painting skies so bright,
I wander onward, chasing the fading light.
Timeless road leads me through the unknown,
With every step, I find a part of home,
Fading embers of a fire long spent,
Wrap me in warmth as the daylight bends.
Chasing whispers of the night so clear,
I listen closely, for the heart knows no fear,
With the rustling willow as my gentle guide,
I'll find my way along this endless ride.
Oh, the open prairie calls me by my name,
In the silence of the night, nothing feels the same,
Each star a story, each breath a song,
As I follow the road where I truly belong.
So here's to the moments, the laughter, the tears,
To the rustling willow that calms all my fears,
Through the fading embers, my spirit will fly,
With every twilight, my soul learning to sigh.
At the edge of tomorrow, the horizon awaits,
With dreams interwoven in the hands of fate,
And in the heart of the dusk, where shadows unite,
I’ll treasure each glimmer, each whisper of light.
Folk
Rustling willow, Wooden path, Silent river, Fading embers, Open prairie, Shimmering dusk, Timeless road
Folk
Rustling willow, Wooden path, Silent river, Fading embers, Open prairie, Shimmering dusk, Timeless road