Golden Hour Dreams

[Verse]
The sun dips low on the rust-colored hill,
Casting soft whispers, the air growing still.
Worn boots on the porch, creak as I sway,
In the arms of the evening, the end of the day.
[Verse 2]
Fields of gold roll like waves in the breeze,
The scent of the summer still clings to the trees.
Memories linger in this warm, fading glow,
Carrying the stories of all that we’ve sown.
[Chorus]
It’s the golden hour dreams, painted in light,
A tale of the past wrapped in the night.
Holding onto moments, gently they stay,
Guided by stars, as they light up the way.
[Verse 3]
The crickets hum soft, a hymn in the dusk,
As twilight wraps us in its silvery husk.
I hear the laughter from days long ago,
Rivers of time with a soft, gentle flow.
[Bridge]
Underneath these ever-changing skies,
Time’s a fleeting echo, but it never really dies.
Every touch, every word we’ve ever known,
Finds a home in this twilight, where love’s seeds are sown.
[Chorus]
It’s the golden hour dreams, painted in light,
Finds a home in this twilight, where love’s seeds are sown.
[Chorus]
It’s the golden hour dreams, painted in light,
A tale of the past wrapped in the night.
Holding onto moments, gently they stay,
Guided by stars, as they light up the way.