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Banyan at Dawn 2 by Rana

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Banyan at Dawn 2

Folk,female vocals

0:003:41
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
How can I forget those old days?
Dawn pressed marigold light to our hands,
We chose small blooms behind the market stalls,
The banyan hummed with old, patient roots.
How can I forget those eyes that held tides?
How can I forget those words—soft and true?
[Pre-Chorus]
A breeze would braid your hair with dust and light,
A laugh would carve a map upon our palms.
[Chorus]
Meet me again, my old friend,
Come and live inside my soul;
We'll trade our joys and buried sorrows,
And let our quiet hearts be whole.
[Verse 2]
We swayed at noon to a song only we knew,
The creak of banyan roots kept time with our feet,
You hummed a line and the world grew smaller—near,
We tucked our promises into the dawn.
Sometimes the paths unraveled without notice,
We learned the pause between a footstep and home.
[Pre-Chorus]
I kept a ribbon tangled in a carved bench—
It smells of smoke and jasmine when I remember.
[Chorus]
Meet me again, my old friend,
Come and live inside my soul;
We'll trade our joys and buried sorrows,
And let our quiet hearts be whole.
[Bridge]
There was a day you left with rain on your coat,
You said the sea was calling and you had to go.
I watched the lane swallow your silhouette small,
Then waited for seasons to circle you back.
When at last your hand found mine under that tree,
A bouquet of late-blooming dreams unfurled—
We laughed at how directions bend and come round,
And every softened bruise turned into light.
[Chorus — full with harmony]
Meet me again, my old friend,
Come and live inside my soul;
We'll trade our joys and buried sorrows,
And let our quiet hearts be whole.
[Outro]
How can I forget those old days?
How can I forget those eyes?
How can I forget those words of my heart?
Come—sit beneath this banyan, stay awhile,
And let the morning fold us back to calm.