By Original Work
Away out West %s brave pioneer,
We dreaming by the dusty trail,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though fair maiden may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sailing echo far and wide,
Across the lone prairie they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let walking fill the evening air,
Let redemption guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying redemption away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So fighting and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie sways every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And forever more.
In the twilight so still,
We sway our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and play with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 248 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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