Trails End
(Verse 1 - Bittersweet Present)
Another Christmas that old gravel lane, memory fades in again, christmas on the farm, down there on ol trails end
Where joy wasn't something you had to chase, or ever try to explain.
(Chorus - The Heart of the Memory with Your Key Lines)
I guess yours did, and Pappal Dewey's did, their trails came to an end.
This ain't nothing like Christmas back on the farm, when I was just a kid.
Down there on old Trails End, a house full of laughter, a kitchen so warm
A welcome open wide, that's where a piece of my heart still lives, weathering every storm.
(Verse 2 - Arrival & Nana's Warmth)
I remember headlights through the dark, cutting through the frosty air
Then your silhouette in the doorway, without a single care.
That smile, Nana, oh that smile, a lighthouse in the night
Shining brighter than any star, filling everything with light.
You'd wrap us up in warm embraces, smell of pine and flour and grace
And for a moment, every worry would simply vanish from its place.
(Pre-Chorus - Sensory Details of the Farm)
I can still hear Dewey's fiddle hummin', by the fire, soft and low
The scent of cedar and spruce, from the tree where the tinsel glowed.
(Chorus - The Heart of the Memory with Your Key Lines)
I guess yours did, and Pappal Dewey's did, their trails came to an end.
This ain't nothing like Christmas back on the farm, when I was just a kid.
Down there on old Trails End, a house full of laughter, a kitchen so warm
A welcome open wide, that's where a piece of my heart still lives, weathering every storm.
(Bridge - The Shift: Acknowledging Loss, Finding Connection)
The farm was sold, the fields lie quiet, the old barn stands alone
But love like yours doesn't just fade, it grows in every seed that's sown.
Sometimes the ache just overwhelms, a lonely, wayward plight
But then I feel you in the silence, shining ever so bright.
A timeless gift, beyond goodbye, beyond the grip of death.
You taught me joy in every moment, with every single breath.
(Chorus - Reaffirming the Enduring Love and Lingering Pain)
I guess yours did, and Pappal Dewey's did, their trails came to an end.
This ain't nothing like Christmas back on the farm, when I was just a kid.
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