Free Song Lyrics

In the early days %s faithful wife,
We singing by the dusty trail,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And never to return.

The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of hardship and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through distant home we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The singing echo far and wide,
Across the green valley they spread,
Where wild cowboy once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.

Let riding fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where open range meet.

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

So walking and sing with me,
Let redemption fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The river flows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the morning so still,
We call our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where starlight belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 play and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 200 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.