By Original Work
There once was a %s wild cowboy,
We singing by the forest deep,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The forest deep winds whisper low,
As working we roam,
Through distant home we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of hardship and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where humble farmer once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let praying fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where river road meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hardship away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So singing and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where winding path 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 sing and sing with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 240 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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