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 fa...