
π»π»π»π»π»π»π»π»π»π» π»βοΈβοΈπ»π»π»π»βοΈβοΈπ» π»βοΈβοΈβοΈπ»π»βοΈβοΈβοΈπ» π»βοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈπ» π»π»βοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈπ»π» π»π»π»βοΈβοΈβοΈβοΈπ»π»π» π»π»π»π»βοΈβοΈπ»π»π»π» π»π»π»π»π»βοΈπ»π»π»π» π»π»π»π»π»π»π»π»π»π» There was a summer, golden and wide, Two young hearts by the riverside. She wore flowers tangled in her hair, He swore his love would follow everywhere. πΆ Sing me the days when the meadow was ours, When we counted the night by the lantern stars. Hold me again in the midsummer rain, Before the war called your name. πΆ βΈ» He left in the dawn with a soldierβs song, Promised her gently he wouldnβt be long. But letters grew fewer, silence grew tall, Till no word came, no word at all. πΆ Sing me the nights when the meadow was gone, When the lantern stars flickered, then carried on. Hold me once more in the cold summer rain, Before the silence carved your name. πΆ βΈ» The fields remember, the stones still weep, She keeps his promise where the shadows sleep. βΈ» πΆ Sing me the years when the meadow was lost, When the lantern stars burned out, counting the cost. Hold me for real through the endless rain, Before the grave had claimed your name. πΆ

