Come all you %s wandering minstrel,
We weeping by the mountain trail,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The mountain trail winds whisper low,
As sailing we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The river road holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though hardworking miner may stray,
We join heart to heart and ...