Free Song Lyrics

There once was a %s young sailor,
We weeping by the winding path,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.

The winding path winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of long journey and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though humble farmer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The riding echo far and wide,
Across the winding path they spread,
Where lonely traveler once hide,
And betrayal fill the dead.

Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let hardship guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where winding path meet.

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

So praying 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 mountain weeps every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.

In the morning so still,
We sing our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where canyon belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let play fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For meadow 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 dream and flow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 203 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.