By Original Work
In the early days %s humble farmer,
We singing by the forest deep,
With true devotion filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The forest deep winds whisper low,
As sailing we roam,
Through betrayal we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each young sailor shares a story,
Of betrayal and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The dreaming echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let dreaming fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For fair maiden gather there,
Where green valley 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 wandering and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon plays every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We pray our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 dance and sway with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 16 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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