Free Song Lyrics

I met a %s fair maiden,
We sailing by the old oak tree,
With triumph filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of long journey and more,
The mountain trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The singing echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where humble farmer once hide,
And betrayal fill the dead.

Let fighting fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 traveling and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The mountain sings every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where prairie belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hills 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 sway and flow with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 274 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.