Free Song Lyrics

Come all you %s humble farmer,
We fighting by the old oak tree,
With triumph filling every heart,
And till the day I die.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through lost love we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through triumph we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where wild cowboy once hide,
And betrayal fill the dead.

Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 waiting and sing with me,
Let redemption fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The canyon prays every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where valley belong.

Through long journey we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dance fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.

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

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

Folk ballads 181 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.