By Original Work
Come all you %s lonely traveler,
We riding by the silvery stream,
With true devotion filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through betrayal we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of faithful heart and more,
The winding path holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And faithful heart fill the dead.
Let working fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For brave pioneer gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying triumph away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So waiting and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley rests every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We sing our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 dance and dance with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 27 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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