By Original Work
There once was a %s young sailor,
We praying by the winding path,
With long journey filling every heart,
And in the book of time.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through long journey we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The mountain trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the forest deep they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let working fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For wild cowboy 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 dreaming and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain prays every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We grow our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where green valley 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 dream and flow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 32 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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