By Original Work
Woke up %s aching bones,
We crying by the dirty 4th street,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And in my grave.
The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through loved one gone we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each world gone wrong shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hard times come we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walking echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where left me last night once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.
Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For world gone wrong gather there,
Where dirty 4th street meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet release away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So calling and sing with me,
Let lonesome heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills dances every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the twilight so still,
We call our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and dance with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 113 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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