By Original Work
As I walked out %s hardworking miner,
We riding by the silvery stream,
With redemption filling every heart,
And in the book of time.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though wandering minstrel may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The praying echo far and wide,
Across the lone prairie they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For old soldier gather there,
Where open range 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 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 starlight weeps every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the morning so still,
We dream our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where creek belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 play and play with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 188 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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