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Folk, Ballad [Intro] Here beside the lake, where the willows weep and sway I strum my heart on strings, and let the waters play [Verse 1] In the whispers of the wind, I hear their tales unfold, Of mountains high and valleys deep, of adventures brave and bold. With one foot on the ridge where the skies ride the breeze, I faced the storms alone, finding peace amongst the trees. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the rain it fell like music, on the rocks, a dancing song, Each flash of thunder echoed, a reminder I belong. [Chorus] And I sang to the mountains, I sang to the rain, With each chord a memory, with each note the pain. Through sun-kissed mornings and the cold winds’ bite, Every step, every fall, shaped my heart in the night. [Verse 2] And when the winter came, with a blanket, white and deep, I wandered through the silence, the secrets that it keeps. With frost on my fingers, and a spirit wild and free, I traced the path of shadows, whispered tales of me. [Pre-Chorus] In the warmth of fading sunsets, the colors kissed my eyes, I found a sense of meaning beneath the painted skies. [Chorus] And I sang to the mountains, I sang to the rain, With each chord a memory, with each note the pain. Through sun-kissed mornings and the cold winds’ bite, Every step, every fall, shaped my heart in the night. [Bridge] Oh, the lake reflects my stories, each ripple tells my name, Memories of the adventures, never meant for fame. Lives we live in silence, beside the wild and free, With guitar in hand, my heart, it flies like a bird over the sea. [Chorus] And I sang to the mountains, I sang to the rain, With each chord a memory, with each note the pain. Through sun-kissed mornings and the cold winds’ bite, Every step, every fall, shaped my heart in the night. [Outro] So here by the lake, where the stories unfold, I’ll strum my heart on strings, and let my voice be bold. In the spirit of the mountains, in the whispering pines, This ballad of adventures will live on through my lines. #folk #folkballad #acousticfolk #songwriter #indiefolk #naturemusic #mountainvibes #lakestories #travelballad #poeticsong #heartonstrings #storytellingmusic