Bramble Vows

[Verse 1]
The twilight caught the dust cloud, like a slow-burning prayer
Old man Hemlock brought his fiddle, played a tune for those who weren't there
Mason jar lanterns, strung like fireflies through the pine
Cast long shadows on the faces, etched with grit and mountain time

[Chorus]
Yeah, this love ain't built on polished floors or some cathedral high
It's rooted deep as bedrock, beneath a wide West Virginia sky

[Verse 2]
She wore a dress the color of creekbed stone, faded and worn
He had the sinew of old timber, by prevailing winds reborn
Their vows weren't carved in fancy script, but whispered low and true
Like deep springs finding passage, through the mountain's ancient blue

[Chorus]
Yeah, this love ain't built on polished floors or some cathedral high
It's rooted deep as bedrock, beneath a wide West Virginia sky

[Bridge]
An ancient owl watched from the canopy, unseen but wise and deep
He knew the stories woven here, the promises they keep
How love can grow from bramble, where the old trails twist and cease
A stubborn bloom of grace, in this valley's hard-won peace

[Outro]
The fiddler played a final tune, beneath the morning star
Another story etched in loam, behind a beat-up Ford car