Beneath the branches where we used to play,
A forgotten song floats on the breeze today,
Echoed laughter whispers through the leaves,
In the shadows of memories, my heart still believes.
Shattered dreams lie scattered on the ground,
Roads we traveled, where love can be found,
Restless road winds through the stories we’ve told,
Chasing the colors of sunsets turned to gold.
On a distant horizon, where the long mountains rise,
I see the starlit sky reflecting in your eyes,
With every step I take on this path that we made,
I carry your light, in the depths of the shade.
The seasons have changed, and the leaves start to fall,
Yet the echoes remind me, I still hear your call,
Though time may break, what we held strong,
In the heart of the old oak, you still live on.
So I’ll sing our song in the soft evening glow,
And trust the old branches, for they’ve seen what we know,
Under the old oak tree, where our shadows remain,
Together in spirit, through joy and through pain.
As the twilight settles and stars begin to shine,
I’ll cherish this moment, forever thine,
For in every whisper, through the rustling leaves,
Our love is the melody that never deceives.
Folk
Old oak tree, Forgotten song, Echoed laughter, Shattered dreams, Restless road, Distant horizon, Starlit sky
Folk
Old oak tree, Forgotten song, Echoed laughter, Shattered dreams, Restless road, Distant horizon, Starlit sky