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Empty Porch, Fading Light — Free royalty-free country music for YouTube, streaming, podcasts. Duration 3:28. No attribution required.
AI Generation Prompt
Vocal ensemble, mixed choir, full and warm, no intro, vocals start within the first second, drops directly into the main theme, country music style, homesick mood, steel guitar, country drumming, storytelling arrangement, emotional storytelling, professional studio production, clear vocals, high quality mastering, country, ballad, love song, reflective, mature
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Summer's end, the sun dips low
Orange clouds begin to glow
Another year, the hay is bound
Silence settles all around
My old truck, a half-done dream
Lit up by the fading gleam
I sip my ice-cold lemonade
And whisper, "Maybe next spring's grade."
[Verse]
Flippin' through this worn-out book
Every memory, every look
Postcards faded, corners bent
That crooked chimney, heaven-sent
Your sweet face, a younger smile
Seems like only for a while
We built this life, brick by brick
Now the quiet makes me sick
[Pre-Chorus]
Phone just rang, your voice so far
From this porch, beneath a star
Said you're stuck in city lights
Postponing visits, dimming nights
I understand, the world you chase
Still, emptiness fills this place
[Chorus]
Summer's end, the sun dips low
Orange clouds begin to glow
Another year, the hay is bound
Silence settles all around
My old truck, a half-done dream
Lit up by the fading gleam
I sip my ice-cold lemonade
And whisper, "Maybe next spring's grade."
[Verse]
The screen door creaks, a gentle sigh
As fireflies begin to fly
This old chair knows all my weight
And all the moments sealed by fate
I see your hand upon the wheel
How real those moments used to feel
Now just echoes in the breeze
Rustlin' through the lonely trees
[Pre-Chorus]
Phone just rang, your voice so far
From this porch, beneath a star
Said you're stuck in city lights
Postponing visits, dimming nights
I understand, the world you chase
Still, emptiness fills this place
[Chorus]
Summer's end, the sun dips low
Orange clouds begin to glow
Another year, the hay is bound
Silence settles all around
My old truck, a half-done dream
Lit up by the fading gleam
I sip my ice-cold lemonade
And whisper, "Maybe next spring's grade."
[Bridge]
That old truck, it waits for me
For parts I'll find, eventually
Like promises I hold so dear
Whispered softly, year by year
Its engine hums a silent song
Where did all the time go wrong?
Or maybe it just went too fast
Moments meant to truly last
[Outro]
Yeah, maybe next spring...
Just gotta wait for spring...
Track Details
| Genre | country |
| Mood | homesick |
| Scene | — |
| Primary Instrument | mixed |
| Voice Type | mixed |
| Duration | 3:28 |
| File Size | 6MB |
| Language | 🇺🇸 English |
| Lyrics | ✓ Available |
| Created | 2026-05-27 |