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The fields were golden, kissed by summer's grace,

We’d walk the dusty roads, just to find our place,

Underneath the old oak tree, carved our names with care,

Simple times and laughter, the days we didn't share.

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Mama's pie cooling on the kitchen window sill,

Daddy’s calloused hands, working hard to pay the bills,

Tales of love and loss, shared by firelight,

Hoping for a brighter day, praying through the night.

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Oh, memories of home, where my heart belongs,

The scent of pine and hay, where we sang our songs,

Though I’ve traveled far, I still hear that hymn,

Calling me back to where my story begins.

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The barn out back held dreams and secrets of our own,

We’d climb up to the rafters, feeling so full-grown,

The creaky wooden floors, a symphony at dawn,

Reminding me of all the places I have gone.

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First love was sweeter than the honeysuckle vine,

Promises were whispered, in the soft moonlight,

Holding hands by the river, as the stars would climb,

Every stolen moment, etched in the sands of time.

[Chorus]

Oh, memories of home, where my heart belongs,

The scent of pine and hay, where we sang our songs,

Though I’ve traveled far, I still hear that hymn,

Calling me back to where my story begins.