[Intro]
Dawn sighs over the river, a whisper in the mist.
The water holds its breath, the world becomes a list of names we’ve missed.
[Verse 1]
Old boat, old wood, it glides with patient grace,
A single lantern trembles, painting shadows on the face.
The boatman counts the miles between the sun and sleep,
Watching the horizon where quiet secrets keep.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the dawn could tell a story, it would speak in sighs,
Of lost mornings drifting slowly under open skies.
[Chorus]
Carry me through the mist, to where the river ends and begins,
Where whispers drift like boats and the day finds its skin.
Keep turning toward the light that hides beyond the shore,
I’m listening for your footsteps fading into more.
[Verse 2]
The mist climbs like memory, soft and slow and thin,
The boatman threads a solo through the softening of wind.
Every ripple holds a name, every breath a song,
The silent water answers with a patient, patient tone.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the river could remember, it would hum your tune,
From the dusk of yesterday to the pale of noon.
[Chorus]
Carry me through the mist, to where the river ends and begins,
Where whispers drift like boats and the day finds its skin.
Keep turning toward the light that hides beyond the shore,
I’m listening for your footsteps fading into more.
[Bridge]
Through the slow camera of morning, time dilates and drifts,
A vast, quiet journey, where every heartbeat lifts.
[Chorus]
Carry me through the mist, to where the river ends and begins,
Where whispers drift like boats and the day finds its skin.
Keep turning toward the light that hides beyond the shore,
I’m listening for your footsteps fading into more.
[Outro]
Dawn dissolves in color, the boat fades with the tide,
And in the fading mist, the horizon keeps you by my side.
