In the stillness of the evening, where the shadows softly play,
I wander down a winding path, as the light begins to sway.
The leaves whisper secrets, in a language of their own,
Guiding me through twilight's grace, in the calm I have known.
The crackle of the ember, a song that fills the air,
With every step I take, I find solace waiting there.
The warmth of wood and fire dances in the night,
While dreams are gently flickering, like stars that hold me tight.
Here among the ancient trees, my heart begins to roam,
With every gentle breeze, I feel closer to my home.
The flickering of lanterns, they sway up in the boughs,
As I wander through this magic, here’s where I make my vows.
Oh, the path may wind and wander, through the dark and through the light,
But I will not be weary, for I carry flame inside.
With every step, a story, with every breath, a song,
In the embrace of nature, I finally belong.
So let the fire keep burning, let it light up all my fears,
I'll trace the trails of memories, through laughter and through tears.
And when the dawn comes breaking, painting skies with gold,
I'll set my heart on this journey, forever to behold.
In the warmth of wood and fire, as the world drifts out of sight,
I’ll cherish every moment, for I've found my way tonight.
Folk
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