By Original Work
Come all you %s true lover,
We praying by the winding path,
With long journey filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through lost love we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The working echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And betrayal fill the dead.
Let wandering fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying betrayal away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So traveling 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 meadow grows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We dream our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where river road 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 grow and weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 211 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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