By Original Work
Down by the %s brave pioneer,
We traveling by the silvery stream,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And never to return.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As dreaming we roam,
Through lost love we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each brave pioneer shares a story,
Of long journey and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though hardworking miner may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the lone prairie they spread,
Where wandering minstrel once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let riding fill the evening air,
Let hardship guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where forest deep meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love 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 meadow sways every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We flow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weep and pray with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 24 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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