Country Nights

The vinyl spins on that old turntable. Crackling low as the night

turns sable. The fire's burning, embers bright. Throwing shadows soft and light.

The scent of pine, the earth so still. Under stars that

time can't kill. Country nights, oh, they hold me tight.

Bonfire whispers, hearts ignite. Your hand in mine, the world feels

small. Underneath that endless sprawl. Country nights, they know my

soul. Where love burns deep and never grows cold.

A saxophone hums sweet and low. The breeze carries notes where the fireflies glow.