Woke up to the morning light,
Fields of green, the sky so bright.
Running free, no cares at all,
Chasing dreams by the old stone wall.
The river flows, the wind is slow,
Sunsets that only we would know.
In Grandma's house, time moves so still,
In every moment, I feel the thrill.
Those summer days, out in the fields,
Where the sun would set and time would heal.
In Grandma's arms, I found my way,
Through the endless warmth of those summer days.
The fireflies, the evening breeze,
Whispers of the trees and memories.
A simple life, in her embrace,
Forever dreaming of those summer days.
Barefoot on the dusty road,
Carrying the secrets that I hold.
The sound of laughter, the smell of pine,
Every moment, pure and fine.
The river flows, the wind is slow,
Sunsets that only we would know.
In Grandma's house, time moves so still,
In every moment, I feel the thrill.
Those summer days, out in the fields,
Where the sun would set and time would heal.
In Grandma's arms, I found my way,
Through the endless warmth of those summer days.
The fireflies, the evening breeze,
Whispers of the trees and memories.
A simple life, in her embrace,
Forever dreaming of those summer days.
Now the city lights call me home,
But in my heart, I'm never alone.
I hear her voice, so soft, so clear,
And in my dreams, I'm always here.
Those summer days, out in the fields,
Where the sun would set and time would heal.
In Grandma's arms, I found my way,
Through the endless warmth of those summer days.
The fireflies, the evening breeze,
Whispers of the trees and memories.
A simple life, in her embrace,
Forever dreaming of those summer