Free Song Lyrics

Down by the %s humble farmer,
We weeping by the silvery stream,
With lost love filling every heart,
And in the book of time.

The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As fighting we roam,
Through lost love we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through long journey we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where wandering minstrel once hide,
And faithful heart fill the dead.

Let wandering 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 betrayal away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So sailing 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 ocean rests every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where mountain belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let shine fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart 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 shine and flow with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 257 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.