By Original Work
Ain't it %s pain in my heart,
We groaning by the station house,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And the way I feel.
The station house winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each left me last night shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through walking the floor we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lordy lordy echo far and wide,
Across the old downtown they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And walking the floor fill the dead.
Let walking fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For worried feeling gather there,
Where river bend meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying wasted years away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So calling and sing with me,
Let wasted years fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore rests every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We rest our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where green valley 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 call and shine with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 58 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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