Heart of the Meadow

[Verse] Underneath the painted sky, where the bluebirds sing, In the heart of the meadow, by the old tire swing. Wildflowers bloom in a symphony of color on the ground, And the gentle rhythm of the countryside is the only sound. [Chorus] Oh, sing me a song of the wide-open spaces, Of the golden fields and quiet places, Where the wind whispers through the tall wheat tassels, And life unravels at a slower pace. eieieieiei [electric guitar] [Drop] [Verse 2] There's an old farmhouse, standing strong and true, A beacon of resilience, under the sky so blue. Weathered wood and memories, stories old and new, In every creak of floorboard, there's a life lived through. ooooloo [Saxophone] [Drop] [Chorus] Oh, sing me a song of the wide-open spaces, Of the golden fields and quiet places, Where the wind whispers through the tall wheat tassels, And life unravels at a slower pace. eeeee [Piano] [DRAG] [Breakdown] [Bridge] Evening shadows stretch long, painting the past in fading hue, The scent of hay and honeysuckle, and a sky of twilight blue. In the distance, a lone coyote sings its lonesome tune, Beneath the harvest moonlight, life seems to attune. [Drop] [Verse 3] Grandma's rocking chair sways on the front porch, A testament of time beside the old stone torch. Her stories wrap around us, like the blanket she once made, In the tapestry of our lives, memories never fade. [Coda]