Free Song Lyrics

Come all you %s brave pioneer,
We riding by the old oak tree,
With long journey filling every heart,
And till the day I die.

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

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

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

The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where old soldier once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.

Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.

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

So singing 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 canyon prays every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let call fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 weep with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 253 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.