Free Song Lyrics

In the early days %s humble farmer,
We riding by the old oak tree,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And in the book of time.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through memory's call we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though true lover may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the old oak tree they spread,
Where young sailor once hide,
And lost love fill the dead.

Let fighting fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For fair maiden gather there,
Where winding path 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 walking and sing with me,
Let triumph fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The river plays every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And forever more.

In the morning so still,
We flow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where winding path meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So grow and weep with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 4 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.