[Intro]
[Verse 1]
An old guitar hums by the fireside glow,
Strings worn with stories from long ago.
Grandma’s lullaby in the twilight air,
Whispers of harvests and fields we’ve sown with care.
[Chorus]
Oh, these hands carry the dust of the land,
Melodies carved where the rivers still stand.
Roots of the heart, deep where the wildflowers grow,
We sing the truth that only the old roads know.
[Verse 2]
Daddy’s harmonica cries through the pines,
A hymn for the lost and the fading skyline.
Dirt-road dances under a harvest moon,
Boots keeping time to a timeless tune.
[Chorus]
Oh, these hands carry the dust of the land,
Melodies carved where the rivers still stand.
Roots of the heart, deep where the wildflowers grow,
We sing the truth that only the old roads know.
[Bridge]
When the storm clouds roll and the memories fade,
We’ll light the lanterns that our mothers made.
Every chord, a thread in the tapestry we weave,
A legacy of love we’ll never leave.
[Chorus]
Oh, these hands carry the dust of the land,
Melodies carved where the rivers still stand.
Roots of the heart, deep where the wildflowers grow,
We sing the truth that only the old roads know.
[Outro]
