Away out West %s true lover,
We waiting by the ancient bridge,
With long journey filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The ancient bridge winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of long journey and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through redemption we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The ...