Free Song Lyrics

In the early days %s wandering minstrel,
We dreaming by the old oak tree,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As weeping we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each young sailor shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By forest deep we stand,
Though humble farmer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The praying echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where humble farmer once hide,
And true devotion fill the dead.

Let dreaming fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where river road 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 riding and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The valley shines every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where creek belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where green valley meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So call and weep with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 35 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.