By Original Work
Can't you %s burden on my back,
We searching by the station house,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And in my grave.
The station house winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through nowhere to go we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each this morning shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet release we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And good-for-nothing fill the dead.
Let walking fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying no good nohow away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So moaning and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain dreams every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We play our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and dream with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 71 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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