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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The frost kissed the window, pale and thin,
Dad’s boots on the porch, let the morning in.
A thermos of coffee, a borrowed old coat,
The echoes of lessons he never once wrote.
[Prechorus]
“Keep your steps light, let the woods decide,”
He whispered low as the dawn opened wide.
[Chorus]
Out where the oaks and the maples stand tall,
We walked in silence, hearing nature’s call.
He said, "It’s not the deer that we’re hunting, son,
It’s the time we steal before the day is done."
[Verse 2]
The creek ran cold, its song sharp and clear,
Each branch a cathedral, each shadow sincere.
His breath like smoke in the crisp morning air,
A sermon of patience, just standing there.
[Prechorus]
"Respect the stillness, don’t rush the shot,
The quiet’s the gift most folks forgot."
[Chorus]
Out where the oaks and the maples stand tall,
We walked in silence, hearing nature’s call.
He said, "It’s not the deer that we’re hunting, son,
It’s the time we steal before the day is done."
Details
GeneratedSep 13, 2025
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, slow, acoustic; fingerpicked guitar and soft fiddle, with a sparse arrangement to keep the focus on the storytelling and emotional resonance. male vocals.
Credits
Prompt byTheMusicMan
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Slow country song about deer hunting with your dad
