가사
(Verse 1)
I sit on the porch with the evening’s glow,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the tales my old man used to show.
There’s a photograph faded on the mantlepiece,
Of a time long gone but it never seems to leave.
He told me of the struggles, the sweat, and the tears,
Of the farm fields and the battles fought through the years.
With every word, his voice would crack and strain,
Like the land we worked was etched with our last names.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the past, callin’ out to me,
In the wind, in the fields, in the old oak trees.
The stories of our fathers, the dreams that they had,
Shape the soul, shape the heart, from the good and the bad.
Echoes of the past, they’re the roots of our stand,
In the heart of a boy, in the calloused hand.
(Verse 2)
There’s a memory in the dust, of a house we called home,
Where love and loss were mixed, and we learned to be strong.
Grandma’s quilt on the bed, stitched with hope and pain,
Each thread a testament to the life she had to claim.
I see the scars of time in my mother’s eyes,
In the stories she’s told me, in the silent goodbyes.
Her hands still hold the past as she works through the night,
Passin’ down the legacy of our ancestors’ fight.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the past, callin’ out to me,
In the wind, in the fields, in the old oak trees.
The stories of our fathers, the dreams that they had,
Shape the soul, shape the heart, from the good and the bad.
Echoes of the past, they’re the roots of our stand,
In the heart of a boy, in the calloused hand.
(Bridge)
So I walk the same trails, where my father once roamed,
I carry his stories as I make this land my own.
In every sunrise and every setting sun,
I feel the presence of those who’ve come and gone.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the past, callin’ out to me,
In the wind, in the fields, in the old oak trees.
The stories of our fathers, the dreams that they had,
Shape the soul, shape the heart, from the good and the bad.
Echoes of the past, they’re the roots of our stand,
In the heart of a boy, in the calloused hand.
(Outro)
The past whispers softly, in the twilight's last gleam,
In every heartbeat, in every dream.
Echoes of the past, guide me through the night,
In their shadows, I find my light.
[End]
