[Verse]
Friday clock ticks, the whistle blows,
Dusty boots, worn-out clothes,
The sunset’s painting the evening sky,
Time to live before time flies by.
[Verse 2]
Crackling fire, the stars align,
A mason jar of homemade shine,
Laughter echoes through the pines,
We’re chasing joy, leaving worries behind.
[Chorus]
Weekends are gold, they’re all we own,
Moments to cherish, seeds we’ve sown,
Raise your voice, let your heart unfold,
Life’s too short to keep dreams on hold.
[Verse 3]
Saturday’s calling, fishing lines sway,
Skipping stones where the river plays,
Friends and family gather ‘round,
In this little piece of heaven we’ve found.
[Verse 4]
Sunday mornings, a gospel breeze,
Harmony hums through the old oak trees,
We bow our heads, grateful and true,
For a weekend well spent under skies so blue.
[Chorus]
Weekends are gold, they’re all we own,
Moments to cherish, seeds we’ve sown,
Raise your voice, let your heart unfold,
Life’s too short to keep dreams on hold.