Banjo in the Pines

(Verse 1)
Sun’s sinking low in a copper sky,
Whispers through the tall pines sigh,
Embers dancing, sparks take flight,
Shadows stretch into the night.
Flannel red and an old felt hat,
Boot heels tapping where he’s at,
By the fire’s warm, golden glow,
Strumming soft and picking low.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing it to the trees, let the wild wind know,
Every river’s got a tune where the mountain waters flow,
With a banjo on my knee and the stars above in rows,
I’m as free as the forest where the north wind blows.
(Verse 2)
Lantern light and a kettle’s hum,
Tin cup waiting for what may come,
Tent pitched tight where the cool air falls,
Moonlight silver on the forest walls.
Crackling logs and a steady beat,
Rhythm rising from fur to feet,
Every chord rings clear and true,
Like an old-time tale the whole night knew.
(Chorus)
Oh, sing it to the trees, let the wild wind know,
Every river’s got a tune where the mountain waters flow,
With a banjo on my knee and the stars above in rows,
I’m as free as the forest where the north wind blows.
(Bridge)
No city lights, no crowded sound,
Just the earth and the solid ground,
Heartbeat slow as the fire burns bright,
Keeper of the flame tonight.
If you wander where the tall pines stand,
You might hear strings across the land,
Calling out in a gentle twang,
A woodland soul in a backwoods song.
(Final Chorus)
So sing it to the trees, let the wild wind know,
Let the sparks rise high and the quiet rivers flow,
With a banjo on my knee and the stars above in rows,
I’m at home in the forest where the campfire glows.
(Outro)
When the embers fade to ash and dawn,
I’ll still be picking on and on,
In the hush of morning’s amber light,
Banjo in the pines tonight. 

Earthy folk-rap fusion with banjo loops, boom-bap beats, campfire ambiance, and laid-back storytelling flow.