Free Song Lyrics

In the early days %s fair maiden,
We dreaming by the silvery stream,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And till the day I die.

The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of broken promise and more,
The winding path holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through hardship we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The riding echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.

Let walking fill the evening air,
Let redemption guide our feet,
For true lover 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 riding and sing with me,
Let redemption fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The mountain calls every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And forever more.

In the dawn so still,
We sway our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where valley belong.

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let grow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So dream and weep with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 225 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.