Track Insight / Lyrics
Footsteps soft on dampened stone,
City wakes, a whispered drone.
Golden bowls in morning haze,
Ancient rhythm fills the days.
Barefoot monks in saffron flow,
Silent prayers begin to grow.
Alms they gather, rice so white,
Blessings offered in the light.
Camera lens, a fleeting glance,
Capturing grace, a hopeful chance.
Dust motes dance in sunbeam streams,
Lost in Luang Prabang dreams.
Whispers rise with gentle breeze,
Through the frangipani trees.
Peace descends, a calming grace,
On every weathered, smiling face.
Mist and gold, a sacred sight,
Washing over, pure and bright.
Giving hands and thankful eyes,
Beneath the Lao morning skies.
Shadows stretch, then fade away,
Another perfect, brand new day.
Tiny hands reach out to hold,
Stories whispered, ages old.
Lonely bus, a window view,
Watching worlds, both old and new.
Seeking moments, stark and true,
A different life, for me and you.
Mist and gold, a sacred sight,
Washing over, pure and bright.
Giving hands and thankful eyes,
Beneath the Lao morning skies.
Clawhammer banjo softly sighs,
A melody that never dies.
Cello weeps a tender plea,
For all the world to simply *be*.
Empty bowls, the ritual done,
A silent gratitude begun.
Sunrise paints the Mekong's bend,
A peaceful journey without end.
Mist and gold, a sacred sight,
Washing over, pure and bright!
Giving hands and thankful eyes,
Beneath the Lao morning skies.
Footsteps fade on dampened stone,
City breathes, no longer alone.
Golden light, a memory kept,
While Luang Prabang softly slept.
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