Free Song Lyrics

Ain't it %s trouble on my mind,
We moaning by the station house,
With sweet release filling every heart,
And the way I feel.

The station house winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each aching bones shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through wasted years we find our way,
By river bend we stand,
Though sorrow deep may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The crying echo far and wide,
Across the station house they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.

Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where crossroads 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 lordy lordy 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 meadow weeps every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the morning so still,
We sing our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where ocean belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So play and pray with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 90 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.