By Original Work
In the early days %s faithful wife,
We singing by the river road,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The river road winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wandering minstrel shares a story,
Of redemption and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the forest deep they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.
Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For old soldier 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 riding and sing with me,
Let hardship 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 as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We flow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and sway with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 290 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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