Cypress Meets the Moonlight

WHERE THE CYPRESS MEETS THE MOONLIGHT

Verse 1

Cooler full of cold ones, barefoot on the deck,

Sunset on the water, your hand around my neck.

Band’s playing low and the whole crew’s here,

Laughing too loud with a little lake beer.

Pontoon tied up, fireflies in the trees,

Hot Louisiana night with a slow south breeze.

You lean in close like you got something to say,

But that look in your eyes already gave it away.

Chorus

Meet me where the cypress meets the moonlight,

Where the water turns silver and the timing feels right.

Where the guitars play slow and the drinks stay cold,

And your hands find mine like they already know.

We’ll stay up late till the stars burn bright,

Kissing by the water in the middle of the night.

Yeah, everything good feels a little more right,

Where the cypress meets the moonlight.

Verse 2

Friends on the patio singing every song,

Somebody yelling, “Turn it up,” all night long.

Smoke from the grill, whiskey in a glass,

Nobody here worried how fast time passes.

Your skin’s still warm from the afternoon sun,

Hair falling loose and you’re looking like trouble and fun.

You pull me closer when the bass line rolls,

And suddenly the lake ain’t the only thing low.

Chorus

Meet me where the cypress meets the moonlight,

Where the water turns silver and the timing feels right.

Where the guitars play slow and the drinks stay cold,

And your hands find mine like they already know.

We’ll stay up late till the stars burn bright,

Kissing by the water in the middle of the night.

Yeah, everything good feels a little more right,

Where the cypress meets the moonlight.

Bridge

No shoes, no clocks, no reason to leave,

Just your body close and that warm lake breeze.

Let the fire burn bright, let the whole world wait,

Tonight we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

Final Chorus

Meet me where the cypress meets the moonlight,

With the whole crew laughing and the fire burning bright.

Where the music rolls easy and the water runs slow,

And one little kiss turns into don’t-let-go.

We’ll make a memory we won’t get quite right,

But we’ll swear it was perfect by the morning light.

Yeah, heaven gets close on a summer night,

Where the cypress meets the moonlight.