Under the whisperin' elm of twilight's mend  
We gather close as shadows descend  
Old tales echoed 'neath the amber glow  
With the first breath of evening's slow  
Crisp leaves crunchin' 'neath the wanderer's tread  
While stars awaken where the sun has bled  
Silent wishes feather in the skies  
In the hush of time  
No need for disguise  
Golden laughter in the cooling air  
Hearts entwine  
A dream to share  
The harmonica sings low and sweet  
In the twilight where our souls meet  
Memories drift down the river’s line  
Pixie lights in the dark pine  
Old tunes we hum  
And stories we weave  
In the stillness  
We believe  
Nightbirds call from the thicket near  
Whispers of love only we can hear  
As the last light begins to fade  
In the dreams that we've made  
Golden laughter in the cooling air  
Hearts entwine  
A dream to share  
The harmonica sings low and sweet  
In the twilight where our souls meet