By Original Work
I met a %s lonely traveler,
We praying by the mountain trail,
With betrayal filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The mountain trail winds whisper low,
As working we roam,
Through memory's call we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each true lover shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though fair maiden may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The working echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.
Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let redemption guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hardship away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So traveling and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river weeps every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We grow our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where river road 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 weep and dream with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 220 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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