By Original Work
From the mountains %s faithful wife,
We wandering by the rocky shore,
With hardship filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The rocky shore winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through lost love we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of redemption and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through betrayal we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though wandering minstrel may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The praying echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where old soldier once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 singing and sing with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow calls every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing and sway with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 230 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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