Lyric

Woke with the sun on weathered skin

Cracks like maps of where I’ve been

Stone by stone and step by step

This mountain village holds what’s left

Chimes in the wind, a distant bell

Stories the moss and river tell

Children pass with neon shoes

But I still walk in faded blues

I’m an old villager

Still dancing slow through cherry air

Watching time from porch and prayer

Things may change, but I still care

Old villager, and I’m still there

Planted seeds with wrinkled hands

Watched them bloom across this land

Seasons turn, and people go

But some roots dig too deep to show

I’ve seen the mountain cry and smile

I’ve counted stars the longest while

You ask me why I never roam—

Because this soil has always known

I’m an old villager

Waving to the world from here

Sipping spring through memories dear

Age and peace, no need to fear

Old villager, year after year

Old villager… still near…