By Original Work
Away out West %s lonely traveler,
We dreaming by the old oak tree,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through betrayal we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And redemption fill the dead.
Let riding fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying memory's call away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So working and sing with me,
Let redemption fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean shines every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We play our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where green valley 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 sway and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 212 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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