[Intro – Gentle piano, soft humming, cicadas in the background like a Southern summer] Mmm… It starts right here— With dirt under my nails and your name in my prayers. I ain’t just fallin’ in love, baby… I’m settin’ roots. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Slow, rich vocal tone with warm guitar] I don’t want no fast flame that burns out by dawn, I want your Sunday soul, wrapped in your Mama’s charm. Wanna build a porch with your laugh in the beams, Raise babies and bayous and front-yard dreams. You ain’t just beauty in heels or soft curls, You the kinda woman who could raise a whole world. Got that old soul, that hush of the trees, And when you look at me, I fall down to my knees. ⸻ [Chorus – Uplifting, gospel harmonies swell behind you] Cypress roots and gold rings, We ain’t just talkin’—we buildin’ things. From your heart to this land, Girl, I wanna be your man. Through floods, storms, and Southern skies, Let’s write vows that never die. Plant your name next to mine— And let that love grow wild like vines. ⸻ [Verse 2 – More emotional, spoken-sung style like Jon Batiste] I ain’t perfect, I know that true, But I’m learnin’ how to love by learnin’ you. You teach me grace with your every sigh, You heal me deep when you kiss me dry. And when your hand found mine, it felt like fate, Not a fairytale—but a twist God made. Now I wake up dreamin’ not of wealth or fame, But Sunday pancakes and sharin’ your last name. ⸻ [Chorus – Stronger harmony, backing vocals echo words like “roots” and “rings”] Cypress roots and gold rings, Ain’t no small love—we growin’ kings. You bring peace to my restless soul, You my anchor when life don’t hold. So I plant this heart like a seed so true, And build this house, baby, around you. Every beam, every nail I swing, Built on cypress roots… And gold rings. ⸻ [Bridge – Soft, spoken word over fingerpicked guitar] I ain’t lookin’ for fast. I’m lookin’ for forever. And girl… Forever wears your smile. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Acoustic stripped-down, soft harmony fading out like twilight] Cypress roots and gold rings, A lifetime of everyday little things. Like holdin’ your hand at the grocery store, Or kissin’ your back when I close the door. So wear this ring, my Southern flame, Let the earth remember our joined name. We’ll weather storms, we’ll stretch our wings, But always come back… To cypress roots… And gold rings. ⸻ [Outro – Soft wind, front porch creaking, two wine glasses clink] Forever starts at the roots. And girl, I’m already home.

Cypress Roots & Gold Rings