Summer Days and Old Ways

Verse 1:
I’m walkin’ down this new old road,
Where the skies ain’t ever blue,
Every step feels heavy now,
Since I left the home I knew.
The fields I used to run through,
The barn where I would dream,
All those simple days of summer,
Now just memories it seems.

Chorus:
Oh, I’m longing for familiarity,
For the smell of fresh-cut hay,
The old oak tree, the town parade,
And those soft summer days.
I miss the sound of crickets,
The river's gentle flow,
I'm lost in a world so different,
And I’m yearning to go home.

Verse 2:
The neighbors’ friendly faces,
The porch where we’d all meet,
Now replaced with city lights,
And sidewalks in the heat.
I find myself just gazin’,
At the stars up in the sky,
Hoping I’ll find solace,
In the places I left behind.

Chorus:
Oh, I’m longing for familiarity,
For the smell of fresh-cut hay,
The old oak tree, the town parade,
And those soft summer days.
I miss the sound of crickets,
The river's gentle flow,
I'm lost in a world so different,
And I’m yearning to go home.

Bridge:
I dream of fields where I once played,
Of sunsets by the gate,
Each day that passes further away,
I wonder if it’s too late.
To feel the warmth of fireflies,
Or the soft breeze of June,
To find my heart in memories,
And be back there real soon.

Chorus:
Oh, I’m longing for familiarity,
For the smell of fresh-cut hay,
The old oak tree, the town parade,
And those soft summer days.
I miss the sound of crickets,
The river's gentle flow,
I'm lost in a world so different,
And I’m yearning to go home.

Outro:
Oh, the longing for familiarity,
Keeps me dreamin’ all night long,
Of the place where my heart belongs,
In the land I’ve always known.