By Original Work
Sittin' %s worried feeling,
We searching by the bleak new year,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As searching we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lordy lordy echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let sweet release guide our feet,
For burden on my back gather there,
Where river bend meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lonesome heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing the blues and sing with me,
Let nowhere to go fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek dances every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.
In the twilight so still,
We grow our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 weep with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 175 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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