By Original Work
As I walked out %s wandering minstrel,
We weeping by the open range,
With distant home filling every heart,
And never to return.
The open range winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each old soldier shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The riding echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where humble farmer once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.
Let walking fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where forest deep meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hardship away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weeping and sing with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean shines every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where river road 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 grow and dream with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 283 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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