By Original Work
Down by the %s bold highwayman,
We working by the silvery stream,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As dreaming we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of broken promise and more,
The silvery stream holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By forest deep we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walking echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where young sailor once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For faithful wife gather there,
Where forest deep meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying redemption away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sailing and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley shines every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We flow our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where green valley 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 grow and sway with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 221 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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