Under the Quiet Stars

The moon hangs softly over fields of hay, crickets sing their tune at the end of day

The world feels small beneath this vast ceiling, in the stillness there's a certain healing

Old barn door creaks in the midnight air, fireflies dance, their light so rare

Cowboy boots rest by the back porch swing, under quiet stars my heart can sing

Under the quiet stars we find our peace, troubles fade away, anxieties cease

Held by the night and the gentle breeze, under the quiet stars we are free

The Milky Way stretches like a grand parade, in its silent glow memories are made

Hand in hand we walk this gravel road, bearing witness to the stories untold

Under the quiet stars we find our peace, troubles fade away, anxieties cease

Held by the night and the gentle breeze, under the quiet stars we are free