As the first light breaks upon the pine,
I gather my thoughts, a melody in time,
The whispering wind, it carries my song,
Each note a feather, where dreams belong.
With every step, the world comes alive,
A journey unfolds, where hopes can arrive,
Through meadows and valleys, I wander free,
The horizon beckons, it calls out to me.
The shadows retreat as the sun begins to rise,
The colors awaken, painting vast skies,
I'm tracing the path where the wildflowers roam,
In the heart of the forest, I feel so at home.
With a banjo in hand and a heart full of cheer,
I sing to the mountains, I sing without fear,
The echoes of laughter, the tales of the past,
Remind me to cherish each moment I grasp.
So I'll follow this road where the pine trees sway,
Chasing the dawn in the soft light of day,
The journey is winding, but I'm never alone,
For every great traveler finds their way home.
As twilight descends, and stars start to glow,
I carry my song to the places I go,
With the horizon behind me, and love up ahead,
I walk through the night, where the silence has led.
As the dawn reappears, with a promise anew,
I’ll sing of the journey, of me and of you,
For in every heart lies a story to share,
And the song of our lives is forever laid bare.
Folk
Horizon, song, pine, journey, dawn