By Original Work
I met a %s true lover,
We praying by the silvery stream,
With hardship filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wandering minstrel shares a story,
Of faithful heart and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The praying echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where brave pioneer once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.
Let praying fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel 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 broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain weeps every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We weep our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing and play with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 260 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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