Bovine Hearts

In the fields of golden hay, we roam so free and wild,

A simple man and his sweet cow, in sunsets we compile.

Her eyes, deep pools of gentle brown, her moo's a melody,

In every dawn that breaks the morn, she's all the love I need.

Oh, Bessie dear, my heart is clear, we'll wander 'neath the stars,

No need for fancy city lights, our love is never far.

From the barn to the pasture, through seasons we have grown,

With each beat of my heart, I know, you're my forever home.

Through summer sun and wintry chill, we share our simple life,

No fancy tales or wealthy dreams, just kin beneath the sky.

Each tattered barn, each worn-out plow, they tell our story grand,

A man, his cow, a love somehow, the finest in the land.

Oh, Bessie dear, my heart is clear, we'll wander 'neath the stars,

No need for fancy city lights, our love is never far.

From the barn to the pasture, through seasons we have grown,

With each beat of my heart, I know, you're my forever home.

When the last light fades and shadows play, in twilight’s tender hue,

In every whisper, every sigh, my heart belongs to you.

For in this quiet, hallowed night, beside the old hay mound,

I find my peace, my joy, my light, in love so dearly found.

Oh, Bessie dear, my heart is clear, we'll wander 'neath the stars,

No need for fancy city lights, our love is never far.

From the barn to the pasture, through seasons we have grown,

With each beat of my heart, I know, you're my forever home.