By Original Work
I met a %s bold highwayman,
We waiting by the silvery stream,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each true lover shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The forest deep holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though fair maiden may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where faithful wife once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let riding fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For faithful wife gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So working and sing with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon sings every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 dance and play with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 291 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.