Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
Where orange blossoms held the night.
A ghost of sweetness on the breeze,
Lost among the ancient trees.
You walked these rows a lifetime past,
A sun-kissed shadow, holding fast.
To dreams of fruit and golden yield,
A legacy upon this field.
The mountain trails, a winding grace,
A weathered map upon your face.
Each stone remembers where you trod,
A silent prayer to a listening God.
Citrus and stone, a whispered name,
Echoes of sunshine, and a burning flame.
Riverside whispers, soft and low,
A love that lingers, long ago.
The scent of orange, sharp and clean,
A memory of what has been.
These hills remember every plea,
A golden ghost for you and me.
Each twisted branch, a knowing sign,
Of seasons changed and passing time.
The canyon walls, a rugged hold,
Stories in the stone, untold.
Citrus and stone, a whispered name,
Echoes of sunshine, and a burning flame.
Riverside whispers, soft and low,
A love that lingers, long ago.
Do you feel it now, the gentle sway?
The mountain air at close of day?
A quiet solace, deep inside,
Where roots run strong and memories reside.
The shadows lengthen, cool and deep,
While ancient orchards softly sleep.
A tapestry of green and gold,
A story waiting to unfold.
Citrus and stone, a whispered name,
Echoes of sunshine, and a burning flame.
Riverside whispers, soft and low,
A love that lingers, long ago.
Citrus and stone, a whispered name,
Echoes of sunshine, and a burning flame.
Riverside whispers, soft and low,
A love that lingers, long ago.
Oh, Riverside, a love that lingers slow.
Dust motes fall on faded ground,
Citrus and stone, without a sound.
A silent promise, softly kept,
While Riverside remembers, and we've wept.
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