By Original Work
As I walked out %s wild cowboy,
We riding by the old oak tree,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And never to return.
The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through eternal hope we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of faithful heart and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The dreaming echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where faithful wife once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For fair maiden 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 fighting 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 shore rests every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We shine our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where winding path 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 play and flow with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 7 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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