Fore the Love of the Game

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[Verse 1]
It started in Scotland, on the rolling green plains,
St. Andrews fairways, where they first played the game.
With wooden clubs and feathered balls,
Legends were born with each graceful drawl.

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the centuries, the sport took flight,
From seaside dunes to the morning light.
A game of kings, a test of skill,
With iron and wood, bending to will.

[Chorus]
From Pebble Beach to Augusta’s bloom,
Echoes of cheers in the golden noon.
Links of the past, stories unfold,
A game of patience, a heart of gold.

[Verse 2]
Bobby Jones walked with a champion’s grace,
Arnold Palmer’s swing, history embraced.
The Masters' green jacket, a dream so bold,
Legends are written, their stories told.

[Pre-Chorus]
Across the oceans, the game would grow,
To Carnoustie winds and Pinehurst’s glow.
A timeless dance, a battle of fate,
Precision and power, no room for hate.

[Chorus]
From Pebble Beach to Augusta’s bloom,
Echoes of cheers in the golden noon.
Links of the past, stories unfold,
A game of patience, a heart of gold.

[Bridge]
The 18th hole, a walk so long,
Silence breaks into victory’s song.
From bunker sands to rolling greens,
A legacy built on endless dreams.

[Outro]
So swing away, let the echoes stay,
On fairways wide, where the legends play.
From St. Andrews winds to Augusta’s bloom,
The spirit of golf will always loom.