By Original Work
From the mountains %s lonely traveler,
We dreaming by the open range,
With hardship filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The open range winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each true lover shares a story,
Of redemption and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The working echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let praying fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So singing and sing with me,
Let triumph fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain shines every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We play our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and dream with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 265 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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