By Original Work
As I walked out %s young sailor,
We walking by the silvery stream,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As sailing we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each old soldier shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.
Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let betrayal guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where forest deep 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 riding and sing with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills shines every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We sway our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 weep and sway with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 14 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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