By Original Work
My baby %s this morning,
We rolling by the graveyard,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The graveyard winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each trouble on my mind shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The crying echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let rolling fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For world gone wrong gather there,
Where jail cell meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So calling and sing with me,
Let sweet release fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills sings every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We flow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and pray with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 30 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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