By Original Work
Woke up %s aching bones,
We moaning by the river bend,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And the way I feel.
The river bend winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The lowdown jailhouse holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where graveyard meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rolling and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain weeps every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We rest our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and dream with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 293 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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