[Verse 1]
Dew still clings to blades of green,
Cold air whispers what it’s seen—
Summer’s footsteps fading slow,
Golden light begins to glow.
[Verse 2]
Birdsong thinner than before,
Wings have flown to warmer shores.
Yet my heart stays soft and still,
I stand quiet on this hill.
[Chorus]
Oh, this gentle turning tide,
Nothing asks me to decide
Just a breath of amber air,
Peace I never knew was there.
Let the summer drift away;
I will keep this quiet day.
[Verse 3]
Wet grass brushing on my shoes,
Morning holds no need to choose,
Just to breathe and just to be,
Autumn calling softly to me.
[Bridge]
A little ache beneath the gold,
For seasons pass, and stories fold
But I am here, and I am home,
No longer restless, no longer alone.
[Final Chorus – softer]
Oh, this gentle turning tide,
Nothing asks me to decide
Just a breath of amber air,
Peace I never knew was there.
Let the summer drift away;
I will keep this quiet day.
[Outro]
Morning at the edge of summer
One quiet day I’ll keep with me.