In the quiet of the evening, when the stars begin to play,
I wander down by the river, where the shadows drift away.
The wind it whispers secrets, it carries tales of old,
Of journeys taken softly, and of dreams that we behold.
The water flows so gently, like the thoughts that fill my mind,
With memories of laughter, and the love we dared to find.
The moonlight spills like silver, pouring down upon the stones,
It wraps around my heartstrings, fills the night with whispered tones.
Oh, the roots that bind us deeper than the paths we’ve walked before,
In the dance of life we’re tangled, always searching for the shore.
Through the seasons turning slowly, through the storms and through the calm,
With the river as my witness, I will weave my heart a balm.
So let the wind be my compass, let it guide my feet anew,
With each twist and every turn, with the stars to light my view.
I’ll chase the echo of the laughter and the dreams we used to share,
In the quiet of the twilight, I can feel you waiting there.
As the moonlight starts to wane and the river sings a tune,
I’ll carry your sweet presence ‘neath the watchful eyes of June.
For every journey taken, every moment that we choose,
There’s a song within the sorrow, and the joy within the blues.
So let’s root ourselves in friendship, let our spirits intertwine,
In the soft embrace of moonlight, where our hearts forever shine.
And when that final sunset calls, as the river flows on through,
We'll find our place among the stars, and know we'll meet anew.
Folk
Roots, moonlight, river, journey, wind