00:00On the edge of the farmstead, where the barley grows tall, there's an old rustic barn, and
00:21a memory-filled hall. In the twilight of summer, beneath the soft amber glow, we whispered
00:35our promises, but now we must go. In the fields where we wander, with the stars in our eyes,
00:51we carved out our dreams, beneath the tener-as-sea skies. But the winds of change blew,
01:04with a tale hard to tell, and what once was our heaven, becomes the last farewell.
01:15So raise up your hand, for the times that we shared, the laughter and love, when we dared to care.
01:32Though the road may divide us, the memories won't fade. In the heart of the country,
01:45we'll leave the last farewell. In the echo of footsteps, through the old creaky days,
01:58life's chapters are turning, from the early to late. Like the seasons that pass,
02:13and the stories they tell, we honor our journey, with the last farewell.
02:24By the rippling creek, where the dog was now blue, we'd lay down our blanket,
02:39eat the spring's floral poo. But as summer's turned winter's, our dreams fade adieu,
02:50and the moments we cherished, now a bit of September. So raise up your hand, for the times that we shared,
03:07the laughter and love, when we dared to care. Though the road may divide us, the memories won't fade.
03:27In the heart of the country, we'll leave the last farewell.
03:36In the echo of footsteps, through the old creaky days, life's chapters are turning, from the early to late.
