By Original Work
There once was a %s hardworking miner,
We sailing by the winding path,
With redemption filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through redemption we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though hardworking miner may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where wandering minstrel once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let wandering fill the evening air,
Let betrayal guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weeping 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 river weeps every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We flow our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dream and sway with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 278 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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