Beneath the oak where wildflowers sway,
Your laughter spins like the sweetest hay.
You’re the rhythm in my old guitar’s tune,
My golden hour, my harvest moon.

We’ve walked these fields where cornrows bend,
Hand in hand from dawn till day’s end.
You’re my compass when the path grows steep,
The promise I wake to, the dream I keep.

Through dusty storms and skies turned gray,
You’re the fire that chases the cold away.
A love like roots dug deep in clay—
Stronger, truer, with each new day.

Your smile’s the dawn on a dirt-road mile,
Your quiet strength makes every trial worth the while.
You’re the whiskey warmth in my chest at night,
The steady stars, the porch light’s gentle light.

So let the crickets hum our refrain,
Two souls tangled in the slow summer rain.
My best friend, my always, my home—
You’re the heart no horizon could roam.

In every prayer, in every seed sown,
It’s you, darlin’, who holds all I own.
Not just my heart, but my story’s whole—
You’re the soil and the harvest of my soul.