relaxing acoustic folk, gentle fingerpicked steel-string guitar, soft brushed percussion, subtle upright bass, intimate warm vocal, organic room ambience, unhurried pulse, verse-to-chorus lift with light harmony vocals, natural dynamic mix
3:13
relaxing acoustic folk, gentle fingerpicked steel-string guitar, soft brushed percussion, subtle upright bass, intimate warm vocal, organic room ambience, unhurried pulse, verse-to-chorus lift with light harmony vocals, natural dynamic mix
3:13
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Prompt:
[Verse 1] Morning spills across the cedar ridge Frost loosens from the fence-wire strand A kettle hums beside the open window Pine-sweet air comes drifting through the land [Chorus] Take my hand, we’ll climb where the high grass bends Leave the valley folded far below With the first light resting on the mountaintop There’s nowhere else this heart needs to go [Verse 2] Boots press softly through the meadow clover A hawk turns circles over distant stone You point out smoke above a little cabin I hear the day begin, but not alone [Chorus] Take my hand, we’ll climb where the high grass bends Leave the valley folded far below With the first light resting on the mountaintop There’s nowhere else this heart needs to go [Bridge] When the afternoon comes down the trail And the blue returns to gray We’ll keep this quiet in our pockets For the long road home someday [Chorus] Take my hand, we’ll climb where the high grass bends Leave the valley folded far below With the first light resting on the mountaintop There’s nowhere else this heart needs to go [Outro] Morning stays a little while On the ridge where we began