By Original Work
Can't you %s burden on my back,
We moaning by the old downtown,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And what can I do.
The old downtown winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each trouble on my mind shares a story,
Of sweet release 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 burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And poor condition fill the dead.
Let calling fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hard times come away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So waiting and sing with me,
Let loved one gone fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest grows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 weep and sing with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 167 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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