Track Insight / Lyrics
Harmonica sighs, a misty hue,
Rice terraces waking, kissed with dew.
Old man tending, slow and serene,
Emerald ladders, a living green.
Sun cracks the mountains, a golden line,
Water buffalo wading, taking their time.
He checks the levels, a practiced hand,
This ancient rhythm, across the land.
Ubud green, a silent grace,
Lost in the mist, a peaceful place.
Emerald stairways, reaching high,
Reflecting heaven in the sky.
Tourists arrive, with cameras bright,
Snapping pictures in the morning light.
He sees their wonder, a fleeting show,
But knows the secrets that only locals know.
Ubud green, a silent grace,
Lost in the mist, a peaceful place.
Emerald stairways, reaching high,
Reflecting heaven in the sky.
Coffee steams gently, a fragrant brew,
He watches the world, filtered and new.
A lizard flickers, a quick, bright flash,
Life unfolds slowly, in a watery splash.
Ubud green, a silent grace,
Lost in the mist, a peaceful place.
Emerald stairways, reaching high,
Reflecting heaven in the sky.
Rain starts to fall, a silver sheet,
Washing the rice fields, bittersweet.
The air is heavy, with earthy scent,
A timeless moment, heaven-sent.
He remembers his father, and his father before,
Tending these fields, forevermore.
A legacy whispered, on the gentle breeze,
A life of hardship, and quiet ease.
Ubud green, a sacred space,
Lost in the mist, a tranquil embrace.
Emerald stairways, reaching high,
A timeless beauty, before your eye.
Water trickling, a soft refrain,
Ubud's green heart, beats again.
The mist descends, a gentle shroud,
Peace in the paddies, softly allowed.
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