In the shadow of the old pine tree,
Where the whispers dance with the breeze,
Fading footprints linger in the clay,
Telling tales of laughter lost in yesterday's haze.
As the gentle sunrise breaks the night,
Painting the sky with soft hues of light,
The restless tide rolls in with a sigh,
Crashing memories where the seagulls fly.
A hollow fiddle sings a lonesome tune,
Echoing dreams that were chased too soon,
Shattered yesterdays lie scattered below,
In the quiet embrace of all we used to know.
So I gather the fragments of forgotten days,
And weave them together in a delicate phrase,
To the distant refrain of a life once lived,
In the heart of the forest, where time learns to forgive.
When the leaves start to fall, and the shadows creep,
I'll find my solace in the stories we keep,
For in every sorrow, there's a seed of grace,
Rooted deep in the love that time can't erase.
Underneath the old pine, with its strength so true,
I hear the whispers of me and you,
As we let go of dreams, release the weight,
Embracing the beauty of our chosen fate.
So here by the shoreline, with the tide’s steady call,
I'll cherish the echoes and still stand tall,
For in the heart's memory, forever to be,
The whispers of love, beneath the old pine tree.
Folk
Old pine tree, Fading footprints, Gentle sunrise, Restless tide, Hollow fiddle, Shattered yesterdays, Distant refrain
Folk
Old pine tree, Fading footprints, Gentle sunrise, Restless tide, Hollow fiddle, Shattered yesterdays, Distant refrain