In the land of plenty, where the air was sweet as gold,
a traveler crossed fields whose bounty never grew old.
His pockets held nothing, yet the world gave all he’d need.
By a river made of light, he met his wife indeed.
Their laughter rose like music drifting through the endless blue.
And every step they took felt like a dream that just came true.

Enjoy and tell me what je think of this song? frenq



    Instrumental
    • 120 bpm
    • Key: G