By Original Work
As I walked out %s hardworking miner,
We riding by the forest deep,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And as the years roll by.
The forest deep winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through distant home we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through memory's call we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the green valley they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let dreaming fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 fighting and sing with me,
Let betrayal fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon weeps every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We rest our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and shine with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 292 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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