Of Hearth & Moss - Field of Wildflowers

Walkin’ past the old fence line, Feet still damp from morning rain. Sky so wide, it steals your mind, And the wind hums your name again. There’s a sweetness in the air, And the earth breathes soft and low. Every color whispers prayer, In the place where time won’t go. Through a field of wildflowers, Where the day just drifts and sighs, I can rest a few good hours, Let the heart unclench and rise. Just the bees and endless sky, Through a field of wildflowers, I remember how to try. Sunlight through the amber grass, Turns the world to woven gold. Every breath I take could pass For a story never told. I set my burdens down to stay, Where the gentle spirits sing. Every care just fades away, In the hush of everything. Through a field of wildflowers, Where the day just drifts and sighs, I can rest a few good hours, Let the heart unclench and rise. Just the bees and endless sky, Through a field of wildflowers, I remember how to try. If the road don’t lead me home, Let the meadow take me in. Where the soft wind combs the loam, And my soul can breathe again. Through a field of wildflowers, I found peace I can’t define. Every bloom a gentle power, Every breath a holy sign. Just the bees and endless sky, Through a field of wildflowers, I remember how to try.