Create New Playlist

Add a cover pic of your own choice

(Optional)

Name

AI Cover Generator

4 credits

Not enough credits (0/4).

Logout

Are you sure you want to Logout?

Close

Letters Through Your Window 1 by nice one

SongGPT
Letters Through Your Window 1 by nice one - Reggae music cover art

Letters Through Your Window 1

Reggae

0:003:00
Lyrics
Description
back in the days of the high school yard,
sunset glow and life wasn’t hard,
i used to write you letters after class,
every little word hoping time would pass.
ink on paper, heart in every line,
dreaming one day that your world be mine,
young and tender, just two souls alone,
building a love that we barely known.
late night walking down that dusty road,
with a heart so heavy and a secret code,
three little knocks with a pebble stone,
your window light telling me you’re home.
i used to throw stones at your window at night,
just to see your shadow in the soft moonlight,
we were young but the feeling was strong,
two little hearts trying to hold on.
but the wind of life carried you away,
to another city, another day,
now i’m here with the fields and sky,
holding memories that never die.
you used to smile through that window frame,
whisper my name like a gentle flame,
we talked about dreams and the roads we’d ride,
but time had a storm we couldn’t hide.
then one morning the news came down,
your family gone from this little town,
my heart stood still in the morning sun,
like a lonely river that stopped its run.
i wanted to follow where you might be,
but the farm and life kept holding me,
a simple boy with dusty shoes,
and a broken heart with country blues.
i used to throw stones at your window at night,
just to see your shadow in the soft moonlight,
we were young but the feeling was strong,
two little hearts trying to hold on.
but the wind of life carried you away,
to another city far away,
now i’m here with the fields and sky,
holding memories that never die.
years roll on like the rivers flow,
but there’s something only my heart know,
every letter that i used to write,
still lives in the silence of the night.
maybe someday our roads will meet,
two old hearts on a quiet street,
and you’ll remember the farm boy too,
who threw little stones just to talk with you.
i used to throw stones at your window at night,
just to see your shadow in the soft moonlight,
young love burning like a flame so true,
every little dream was me and you.
though the world took you far from me,
across the hills and across the sea,
this farm boy’s heart will always stay,