[Verse] Male: The road winds slow through the pines at dawn, Dust on the wheels and a silence drawn. A faded ribbon on a fencepost gray— Your name still warm in the earth today. Female: I bring the lilacs you loved so much, And the song we sang in the kitchen with a touch. You taught me how to love the sky so wide— Now I’m standing here, with nothing to hide. [Pre-Chorus] Both: The sun climbs high, but the past won’t fade, We carry you in the rhythm of the shade. [Chorus] Oh, we don’t need the banners or the loud parade, Just your name etched in the quiet, unafraid. Memorial Day, you’re in every breath, In the wind through the pines and the way love’s been sent. You’re still here, you’re still here— In the way the grass grows, the way the world stays near. [Verse] Male: Your boots are still by the back porch door, Like you’ll come back when the evening’s warm. But I walk past the stone with a steady hand, And whisper, “It’s okay, I understand.” Female: The letters you never got, I read to you, Like I did when you were only blue. And every time I cry, I know you hear— A mother’s prayer in a summer year. [Pre-Chorus] Both: The sun climbs high, but the past won’t fade, We carry you in the rhythm of the shade. [Chorus] Oh, we don’t need the banners or the loud parade, Just your name etched in the quiet, unafraid. Memorial Day, you’re in every breath, In the wind through the pines and the way love’s been sent. You’re still here, you’re still here— In the way the grass grows, the way the world stays near. [Bridge] Male: If time could turn and show you back, Would you wear that old hat, or just wink at the track? But I don’t need to see you to know, That love like ours outlasts the snow. Female: And if the earth should ever part, I’d still find you in the quiet heart. No flag or fanfare could hold your name— You’re in my hands, you’re in my flame. [Chorus] Oh, we don’t need the banners or the loud parade, Just your name etched in the quiet, unafraid. Memorial Day, you’re in every breath, In the wind through the pines and the way love’s been sent. You’re still here, you’re still here— In the way the grass grows, the way the world stays near. [Outro] Both: Still here… still here… In the way the wind… Still here… Still here.