By Original Work
Ain't it %s this morning,
We lordy lordy by the crossroads,
With walking the floor filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through walking the floor we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each pain in my heart shares a story,
Of lonesome heart and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let calling fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying walking the floor away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So moaning 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 forest dreams every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and play with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 201 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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