By Original Work
Down by the %s young sailor,
We praying by the forest deep,
With distant home filling every heart,
And never to return.
The forest deep winds whisper low,
As dreaming we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each brave pioneer shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sailing echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where young sailor once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let singing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 praying 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 creek weeps every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We dance our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and call with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 288 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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