Roberth in Wooden Hills

[Verse]
Roberth lives in Wooden Hills, no streetlights in sight,
In a cabin by the forest, where the stars shine bright,
With a three-plated stove warming up the hearth,
German shepherd by his side, guarding his turf.

[Chorus]
No lights in Wooden Hills, but his soul shines through,
Christmas curtains on the windows, catching morning dew,
Driving that old Volvo, memories in each mile,
Dead badgers on the gravel, life's rugged, but worthwhile.

[Verse]
Twelve inch in the locker, secrets held tight,
Battles fought in silence, under the moonlight,
No neighbors for miles, just the woods and the wind,
Living life on his own terms, never had to bend.

[Chorus]
No lights in Wooden Hills, but his soul shines through,
Christmas curtains on the windows, catching morning dew,
Driving that old Volvo, memories in each mile,
Dead badgers on the gravel, life's rugged, but worthwhile.

[Verse]
The German shepherd stands tall, a brave, loyal friend,
Through the darkest of nights, right to the bitter end,
The three-plated stove, where stories unfold,
In the warmth of the fire, past and present told.

[Bridge]
Every day a new saga, under skies so vast,
In Wooden Hills, where the first becomes the last,
No lights but plenty of soul, in this secluded place,
Roberth's heart beats true, in life's simple embrace.