Beneath That Old Hill Tree

We painted memories under a sky so blue

Carved our secrets in the bark, where the flowers grew

Laughed as the wind danced with the fading leaves

Promises whispered softly, carried by the breeze

But seasons shift, and silence grows

The roots remember, though distance shows

Underneath that old hill tree, I still see you next to me

Shadows stretch where we used to lie, tracing dreams that wandered by

In the hush of emerald grass, the echoes of the past

Drift like petals on the stream, soft relics of a golden dream

Bare feet pressed gentle in dew-spun green

Stories written in twilight, unseen

One day we wandered too far apart

Left the laughter behind, kept the ache in my heart

Now I climb the hill alone, still chasing what we’d known

Underneath that old hill tree, I still see you next to me

Shadows stretch where we used to lie, tracing dreams that wandered by

In the hush of emerald grass, the echoes of the past

Drift like petals on the stream, soft relics of a golden dream

(Harmonies)

If you hear the rustle in the leaves, that’s just me calling your name

If you feel a gentle breeze, I hope you think of days the same

All the laughter we let fly, still twirling with the butterflies

Meet me in the peace between, where old hearts and young hearts lean

Underneath that old hill tree, I still see you next to me

Shadows stretch where we used to lie, tracing dreams that wandered by

In the hush of emerald grass, the echoes of the past

Drift like petals on the stream, soft relics of a golden dreamI’ll return when twilight falls,

To remember, through it all

Hill and tree, and you, and me