In the shadows where the old pines sway,
I find a path that leads me far away,
With the whispers of the wind beneath my feet,
This rugged trail carries memories bittersweet.
The sun breaks free, painting colors true,
As I wander through the morning dew,
Each step I take draws me closer still,
To the heart of the world, to a wild, free will.
Chasing horizons where the sky meets the mountain,
Every breath I take is a promise, a fountain,
My soul finds its rhythm, my spirit ignites,
In the arms of a place that feels so right.
Home is not just where the heart finds rest,
It’s the laughter, the love, it’s the soul’s true quest,
Through valleys and peaks, I hear the call,
In the dance of the trees, I find peace for all.
So let the rivers flow and the eagles soar high,
With the stars above me, I know I can try,
For in every shadow and in every light,
I discover my freedom, my joy, my flight.
When the evening settles, and the colors fade,
I’ll carry these moments, the warmth that they made,
For in the journey, I’ve learned so much more,
That the essence of living is to open each door.
So here I stand where the sky greets the ground,
In this sacred space, I am ever found,
With the mountains beside me, my heart beats its tune,
In the arms of my freedom, I’m singing to the moon.
Folk
Sky, mountain, home, soul, freedom