Golden Hours by Nick Young

Title: Golden Hours

Sunset paints the porch in amber light,
Old rocking chair, creeks a sweet lullaby.
Fields of gold stretch out to meet the sky,
Every little star twinkling back at twilight.

Chorus:
Thank you for these simple times,
Cool wind in my hair, your hand in mine.
Life's a melody, sweet and fine,
In these golden hours, oh, how I feel alive.

Memories hang on the mantlepiece,
Echoes of laughter, the heart's sweet release.
Grass-stained jeans and barefoot dreams,
Every chapter penned, life's serene scenes.

Chorus:
Thank you for these simple times,
Cool wind in my hair, your hand in mine.
Life's a melody, sweet and fine,
In these golden hours, oh, how I feel alive.

In the quiet of a morning brew,
Reflections on the dew, I see the truth.
It’s the little things, the silent smiles,
That stitch the heart’s tears, mile by mile.

Chorus:
Thank you for these simple times,
Cool wind in my hair, your hand in mine.
Life's a melody, sweet and fine,
In these golden hours, oh, how I feel alive.

As the horizon swallows the sun,
I count my blessings, each and every one.
Underneath this vast, sprawling sky,
Gratitude shines through, in the night’s eye.

Chorus:
Thank you for these simple times,
Cool wind in my hair, your hand in mine.
Life's a melody, sweet and fine,
In these golden hours, oh, how I feel alive.

• Alt-Country
• Americana Bluegrass
• Country
• Country Pop
• Folk Country
• Outlaw Country
• Melbourne