Khampeng's Minden Hill - A Poignant Country Ballad of Dreams & Resilience

Khampeng's Minden Hill is a soul-stirring country ballad that captures the poignant journey of Khampeng, a determined immigrant from Laos who finds a new home in the rolling hills of Minden, Canada. Set against the backdrop of lush landscapes and seasonal changes, this song tells a story of dreams, perseverance, and the deep connection to the land.

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🛒 Available now for streaming and purchase:

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5DPDob...

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Lyrics: 🎶

[Verse 1]
From Laos's warm embrace to Minden's cool retreat,
Khampeng walks the fields, his dreams beneath his feet.
Each furrow turned, a story of the past,
A life of labor, hopes to hold fast.

[Chorus]
Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold,
Time is slipping by, as your story's told.
With hands in soil, under fading suns,
A race with time, that's never truly won.

[Verse 2]
He watches seasons change, from lush to bare,
In Minden's hill, he finds his solace there.
Riches not in coins, but in the land he tills,
A legacy of love between the hills.

[Chorus]
Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold,
Time is slipping by, as your story's told.
With hands in soil, under fading suns,
A race with time, that's never truly won.

[Bridge]
Once a young man's dream, now an old man's pride,
Khampeng's journey spans the tides.
From Mekong's flow to these northern fields,
He seeks the wealth that the earth can yield.

[Verse 3]
Now twilight comes, and shadows grow long,
His heart still beats to an immigrant's song.
Under Minden's sky, his thoughts drift far—
A life's work gleaming like a distant star.

[Chorus]
Oh, Khampeng, you work so hard, searching for that gold,
Time is slipping by, as your story's told.
With hands in soil, under fading suns,
A race with time, that's never truly won.

[Outro]
So let the sunset blaze, over Minden's crest,
Khampeng rests, his dreams at rest.
In fields of green and gold, his spirit stays,
A tale of toil through his final days.