As I stand on the edge of the horizon,
With a gentle breeze whispering my name,
I feel the mountains cradle my solitude,
In their shadows, I’m free from the world's game.
The sun dips low, painting skies in gold,
As I wander these paths that are worn and old,
Each step on the trail, a story untold,
With the echoes of nature, my heart I hold.
Oh, the song of the wind through the pines takes flight,
It carries my longing into the night,
In the quiet of twilight, where dreams take form,
I find my peace, where my spirit is warm.
Every rock, every stream, a melody true,
In the stillness, I hear what’s been calling me through,
With the stars as my guide, I'll follow their tune,
In the embrace of the mountains, beneath the soft moon.
So let the world fade and let time drift away,
In this sacred place, I know I can stay,
For the heart finds its home in the wild and the free,
In the song of the silence, it sings back to me.
And when morning comes softly, I'll rise with the sun,
With the breeze at my back, and my journey begun,
For in every horizon, new dreams will appear,
In the mountains of solitude, I hold them all dear.
Folk
Horizon, breeze, mountain, solitude, song