By Original Work
From the mountains %s true lover,
We traveling by the dusty trail,
With triumph filling every heart,
And in the book of time.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of hardship and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though true lover may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the forest deep they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And lost love fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hardship away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So wandering and sing with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean grows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where green valley 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 shine and weep with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 193 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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