By Original Work
Sittin' %s good ol' blues,
We walking by the bleak new year,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each world gone wrong shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where station house 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 crying and sing with me,
Let good-for-nothing fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest weeps every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We grow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and shine with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 294 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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