By Original Work
I met a %s brave pioneer,
We fighting by the river road,
With lost love filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The river road winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The river road holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 working and sing with me,
Let triumph fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow sings every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and pray with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 196 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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