Heartstrings and Hayfields

Lyrics

[Verse]
In a dusty barn on a Saturday night,
Under strings of lights glowing warm and bright,
The fiddle sings and the drumbeat roars,
As we dance circles on these wooden floors.

[Verse]
Violin's cry meets the drummer’s beat,
Footsteps echo in a rhythmic feat,
Hay bales line this makeshift hall,
Love and life on a rural call.

[Chorus]
Spin me 'round, hold me tight,
In this sleepy town, under the moonlight,
The rhythm of our hearts keeps time,
To the melody of an old love rhyme.

[Verse]
In the heartland where the wildflowers grow,
Every note plays a story we know,
From the fields to the starry sky,
Every chord feels like a sweet goodbye.

[Verse]
Fireflies twinkle as the night grows old,
Whispers of love in every fold,
The song of us in every strum,
With every beat, our souls become.

[Chorus]
Spin me 'round, hold me tight,
In this sleepy town, under the moonlight,
The rhythm of our hearts keeps time,
To the melody of an old love rhyme.