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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The frost kissed the ground 'fore the dawn broke through,
I grabbed my old boots and your jacket too.
The woods are quiet, not a sound but the breeze,
And your laughter echoes in the rustling leaves.
[Prechorus]
It’s the same old trail, the same old blind,
But without you here, it don’t feel right.
[Chorus]
Empty stands, quiet fields,
The weight of loss is all I feel.
Every snap of a twig, I turn my head,
But it’s just the wind, not what you said.
Hunting’s not the same,
Without your name, in the game.
[Verse 2]
Your rifle's still propped by the cabin door,
Your scent lingers faint on the flannel you wore.
The coffee's cold, 'cause I can't share the pot,
And your jokes and your grin, I ain't forgot.
[Prechorus]
The sunrise paints the sky in gold,
But it can't fill the space you hold.
[Chorus]
Empty stands, quiet fields,
The weight of loss is all I feel.
Every snap of a twig, I turn my head,
But it’s just the wind, not what you said.
Hunting’s not the same,
Without your name, in the game.
Details
GeneratedNov 21, 2025
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic; soft fingerpicked guitar with gentle fiddle accents; male vocals with a mournful but warm tone; slow tempo, melodic, heartfelt delivery, country
Credits
Prompt byNoiseEpic216
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A country song about family who has passed away and hunting without them
