The wind and the wheats, the moon on the lake
A wandering mind is all that it takes
For a hundred years, nothing much has changed around here
And I got, I got three more miles to go

I know, tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes
Tonight, the fireflies, they shine in your northern eyes

Like kinfolk
Like cherry-stained fingers and watermelon lips
Like summer in the heart
Like kinfolk

Like we were just kids
But I got your back and you got mine, you got mine

Run through the field, our favourite song
Hidden in the grass where I belong
I follow the white light, and the headlights
The sound of the crickets, like a wave
I got one more mile to go

I know, tonight the fireflies reflect in your northern eyes
Tonight, the fireflies, they shine in your northern eyes

Like kinfolk
Like cherry-stained fingers and watermelon lips
Like summer in the heart
Like kinfolk