🎶 A love letter to Western Massachusetts' pines, rivers, and quiet Main Streets Watch & listen 👉 https://www.instagram.com/p/DJrbAQ8ApOV/
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[Verse]
Out where the pines kiss the Berkshire skies,
The sun sets slow like a lover’s goodbye.
Fields of green where the rivers run wide,
Western Massachusetts, my heart’s on your side.
[Verse 2]
Mountains roll like an old fiddle tune,
Under the glow of a soft harvest moon.
Barns stand tall, weathered and true,
With stories to tell, holding memories like glue.
[Chorus]
Western roads and river stones,
A place I’ve always called my own.
From the winding trails to the valley’s light,
You’re my anchor, my home, my guiding night.
[Verse 3]
Main Street’s quiet at the end of the day,
Church bells call while the children play.
Farm stands bloom under skies painted red,
There’s poetry here in the words left unsaid.
[Bridge]
The pedal steel sings a weeping refrain,
Joined by the fiddle like a sweet lover's pain.
This land’s a song written deep in my soul,
Western Massachusetts, you’ve made me whole.
[Verse 4]
The seasons shift like the whispers of time,
Maples blush red, then snow-tipped pines.
But no matter the weather, this land’s always mine,
It’s a love that’ll age like a sweet-tasting wine.