Whispers of the Fields

[Verse] Grand-pop's voice like old whisky neat Tales of fields beneath his leathered feet Grand-mom’s laughter like the morning breeze Together they weave stories with such ease [Verse 2] Plow sliced the earth just like his knife Grand-pop's wisdom sharper than life Grand-mom’s pies sweet as honey’s touch A kitchen full of warmth I miss so much [Chorus] They danced to the rhythm of stars above Two hearts syncing like a hand in glove They whispered secrets in the fields of gold Their love a story that will never grow old [Verse 3] Grand-pop's tractor a thunderous roar Turned the soil to grow just a bit more Grand-mom’s garden a palette of dreams Blooming with colors bursting at the seams [Verse 4] Sunrise kisses the barn’s red coat Echoes of laughter within every note Grand-pop’s stories aged just like wine Grand-mom’s touch soft as tender pine [Chorus] They danced to the rhythm of stars above Two hearts syncing like a hand in glove They whispered secrets in the fields of gold Their love a story that will never grow old