In the twilight's glow where the river flows,
There’s a tale that the mountains breathe,
Of wooden dreams and nature’s heart,
In the songbirds’ wings, we find reprieve.
The wild wind dances through the trees,
With echoes of forgotten lore,
Folk songs woven in the rustling leaves,
Speak of a life we can’t ignore.
From sacred dawn to starlit nights,
The valleys cradle every sigh,
River souls drift in the gentle light,
As time cascades and shadows fly.
Listen close to the whispering grass,
Feel the thrill of the unseen ties,
Every note a hidden memory,
In the laughter where our history lies.
So gather 'round, let the stories unfold,
Of lovers lost and battles won,
For in the heart of every mountain told,
Is the spirit of the things we've done.
When the echoes fade and silence reigns,
We’ll march to the beat of the earth's sweet song,
With wooden dreams and nature’s heart,
Our journey continues, forever strong.
And as the sun dips low in a crimson hue,
In this tapestry of life, we belong,
Together we’ll sing with voices true,
In the whispers of our wooden dreams, we are forever young.
Folk
Wooden dreams, Nature's heart, Folk songs, Mountain tales, River souls, Sacred dawn, Wild wind
Folk
Wooden dreams, Nature's heart, Folk songs, Mountain tales, River souls, Sacred dawn, Wild wind