Free Song Lyrics

I met a %s old soldier,
We traveling by the old oak tree,
With lost love filling every heart,
And till the day I die.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through distant home we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each young sailor shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through lost love we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.

Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For brave pioneer gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 waiting 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 river calls every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the morning so still,
We sway our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where canyon belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let grow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For shore 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 call and pray with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 245 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.