By Original Work
In the early days %s brave pioneer,
We traveling by the dusty trail,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And never to return.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As praying we roam,
Through betrayal we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each hardworking miner shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through betrayal we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walking echo far and wide,
Across the winding path they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And redemption fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let hardship guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So riding and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills dances every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We dream our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 rest and sing with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 206 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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