By Original Work
As I walked out %s wild cowboy,
We fighting by the silvery stream,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through long journey we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The dreaming echo far and wide,
Across the forest deep they spread,
Where young sailor once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For true lover gather there,
Where dusty trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying memory's call away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So traveling and sing with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest grows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road 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 shine and grow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 34 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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