Golden Hours Return

Under endless sky, the old call rises blood, remembers what the heart holds tight. Riding shadows on the boundless plain, leather creaks with every stride we take. Silver glints and firelight's gentle glow, stories carved in lines upon our face. Father's hand upon the main, so wild, chasing steps that dance with earth's own breath. Freedom woven. In the wind's soft sigh, legacy that pulls us through the night. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Hearts of fire in the dust we raise sing the song of kin who roam so free. Goucho blood forever wild in me. Hooves like thunder, calling home again in every dawn. We live it once more. Mother's lullaby of gallant trails, knives that gleam with honor's steady edge. Circles round, surround the flame. Where voices blend, tales of storms that bent but never broke. Children now with eyes that spark the same grip the reins feel the pulse of land. Of the bold who came before us, in threads that time can't rend. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Hearts of fire in the dust we raise sing the song of kin who roam so free. Goucho blood forever wild in me. Hooves like thunder, calling home again in every dawn. We live it once more. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Hearts of fire in the dust we raise sing the song of kin who roam so free. Goucho blood forever wild in me. Hooves like thunder, calling home again in every dawn. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades. Oh, the rider's soul, it never fades.