Cornflower Skies
Alex Wilson
Description
A heartwarming country ballad about finding love and building a life in the rural landscape of 'Eighty-Nine'. It tells the story of two souls connecting, creating a haven together, and the legacy of love they pass on to their daughter, all set against the backdrop of cornflower skies and a close-knit community. The song evokes feelings of nostalgia, hope, and enduring love.
Lyrics
Verse 1: Gravel sighed 'neath Ella's boots that day, Eighty-Nine, where the blacktop ends its sway. Jake leaned on that Ford, rust kissing the chrome, A shy, hopeful smile, finally calling this place home. Setting sun bleed across the rows of green, Reflected in that creek, a promise unseen. Hay and honeysuckle, thick on the breeze, And a wish on my lips, planted deep in those trees. Pre-Chorus: Fireflies blinked on, a slow, silent spark, Two lonely souls waiting in the summer dark. Chorus: Cornflower skies over Eighty-Nine, A canvas of forever in your eyes and mine. A borrowed guitar, a stolen guitar pick, A symphony of us, beating heart quick. We built a life from whispers on the wind, And Eighty-Nine’s the story without end. Verse 2: Bonfire crackled, embers danced and soared, Your calloused hand brushed mine, wanting something more. The world shrunk to flames, a shared, unspoken plea, To rewrite our futures, just you and just me. A silent agreement, etched in starlight bright, To chase away the shadows with love's honest light. We built a haven, strong against the storm, Keeping each other safe, keeping each other warm. Chorus: Cornflower skies over Eighty-Nine, A canvas of forever in your eyes and mine. A borrowed guitar, a stolen guitar pick, A symphony of us, beating heart quick. We built a life from whispers on the wind, And Eighty-Nine’s the story without end. Bridge: Now a little girl, with eyes the color of jade, Runs through those cornfields, a life that we made. Hers is the laughter echoing in the breeze, Her tiny hands reaching for the honey from the trees. She hums the melody, a song she's always known, A legacy of love, planted and fully grown. Chorus: Cornflower skies over Eighty-Nine, A canvas of forever in your eyes and mine. A borrowed guitar, a stolen guitar pick, A symphony of us, beating heart quick. We built a life from whispers on the wind, And Eighty-Nine’s the story without end. Yeah, Eighty-Nine’s the story without end. Outro: The story without end... Just love under cornflower skies...