Free Song Lyrics

From the mountains %s wandering minstrel,
We wandering by the winding path,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And until the end of time.

The winding path winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through betrayal we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through lost love we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The walking echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where lonely traveler once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.

Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For brave pioneer gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.

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

So riding and sing with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The canyon rests every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the morning so still,
We play our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where mountain belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let shine fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where winding path 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 shine and flow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 237 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.