In the morning fog where the wild roses bloom,
I hear a soft echo, a gentle tune.
A wooden flute plays through the whispering trees,
Carried on the wind, dancing on the breeze.
Tales of the earth dream beneath the bright sky,
Stories of mountains where the rain likes to sigh.
Folk tales of lovers who wandered too far,
With stars as their guide and their hearts like a star.
In the valley where shadows and sunlight entwine,
I listen to the rivers that sing and that shine.
The spirit of ages now flows in these streams,
Awakening whispers and long-forgotten dreams.
With each note that lingers, the world feels so near,
The heart finds its melody woven with cheer.
Through valleys of green, where the mountains stand tall,
Nature breathes slowly, embracing us all.
So let us wander 'neath the sky so wide,
Finding solace in moments where our dreams can reside.
For in every beat of this life we explore,
There's a song that connects us, forever and more.
As the sun dips below and the shadows grow long,
We’ll carry the whispers, together, so strong.
In the valley’s warm arms, we’ll forever remain,
With wooden flutes calling through the mountains of rain.
Folk
Wooden flute, Valley song, Morning fog, Wild roses, Earth dreams, Mountain rain, Folk tales
Folk
Wooden flute, Valley song, Morning fog, Wild roses, Earth dreams, Mountain rain, Folk tales