Solitude

Verse 1: Out where the dogwoods bloom, under a southern moon, A lone man finds his tune, amidst the quiet afternoon. Fields stretch out like a canvas, painted in shades of green, Every furrow and fence line, a part of the serene. Chorus: In the heart of Tennessee, where the rivers run so free, He walks the line of solitude, in the company of trees. There’s a song in every whisper, the wind tells tales to me, Of a lone man’s journey, in the heart of Tennessee. Verse 2: Coffee on the porch at dawn, as the world awakes anew, Thoughts like rivers flow on, under skies of endless blue. Days roll by like thunder, nights whisper with the stars, Each moment filled with wonder, surrounded by the scars. Chorus: In the heart of Tennessee, where the rivers run so free, He walks the line of solitude, in the company of trees. There’s a song in every whisper, the wind tells tales to me, Of a lone man’s journey, in the heart of Tennessee. Bridge: Mountains old as time, watching all his days, The solitude a friend, in the smoky haze. With roots running deep, where the heart finds peace, In the rolling hills, he finds his sweet release. Verse 3: Life’s simple here and now, with the earth beneath his boots, Every sweat and furrowed brow, in pursuit of humble roots. The land, a faithful keeper of dreams both old and new, In Tennessee, the reaper sings the ballads, true and blue. Chorus: In the heart of Tennessee, where the rivers run so free, He walks the line of solitude, in the company of trees. There’s a song in every whisper, the wind tells tales to me, Of a lone man’s journey, in the heart of Tennessee. [end]