By Original Work
As I walked out %s wild cowboy,
We sailing by the silvery stream,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
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 broken promise and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sailing echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.
Let working fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For bold highwayman gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying triumph away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So working and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean flows every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 dream and play with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 282 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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