In the golden dawn, where the shadows play,
I found my heart, wandering far away,
By the gentle flow, where the memory gleams,
I chased the fading echo of my silent dreams.
On a broken road, under the skies so wide,
I heard the stories of the silence inside,
With every step, every whispered sigh,
I followed the path where the wildflowers lie.
Midnight whispers call, through the rustling leaves,
A distant fire glows in the night as it weaves,
The tales of lovers, the songs of the lost,
As the soft refrain cradles the paths we crossed.
The river of time, it carries us forth,
In the gentle embrace of the drifting north,
Where the stars reflect on the water's gleam,
I'll find my way home by the wandering stream.
So here I stand, with my heart open wide,
Where the golden dawn greets the morning tide,
I’ll gather the echoes, let the fire inspire,
In the soft refrain, I'll build my heart's desire.
And when the final notes fade softly away,
I'll cherish the moments, come what may,
For in every heartbeat, I find my dream,
Forever I'll wander by the wandering stream.
Folk
Golden dawn, Wandering stream, Fading echo, Broken road, Midnight whisper, Distant fire, Soft refrain