Down by the river, I hear their sighs,
The river ghosts whisper under moonlit skies.
With a blues angel singing a soft, sweet tune,
In cotton fields, they danced by the light of the moon.
Gypsy heart, roam where the wild winds blow,
Caught between shadows, where the juke joints glow.
With a glass of that moonshine, my worries fade away,
In sacred ground, we find our place to stay.
Chasing those memories just like fireflies,
Lost in the rhythm, where the echoes rise.
With the laughter and the heartache, we weave our dreams,
Living for the moments, nothing's as it seems.
So let’s gather ‘round under the starry night,
With the blues angel guiding us, everything feels right.
In the hush of the evening, where the shadows lie,
We’ll sing our serenade 'til the morning sighs.
Down by the river, where time stands still,
With cotton fields waiting, it gives me a thrill.
So grab that old guitar, strum with all your might,
In this cotton field serenade, we'll dance through the night.
And as the last chord fades into the dawn,
We’ll carry this magic, even when it’s gone.
With river ghosts beside us as we walk this sacred ground,
In the heart of the blues, our love will resound.
Blues
River ghosts, Blues angel, Cotton fields, Moonshine dreams, Gypsy heart, Juke joint, Sacred ground
Blues
River ghosts, Blues angel, Cotton fields, Moonshine dreams, Gypsy heart, Juke joint, Sacred ground