By Original Work
Down by the %s humble farmer,
We wandering by the open range,
With true devotion filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The open range winds whisper low,
As weeping we roam,
Through eternal hope we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The forest deep holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The riding echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And faithful heart fill the dead.
Let dreaming fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where forest deep meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So working and sing with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow flows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We dream our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 sing and rest with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 201 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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