Free Song Lyrics

There once was a %s brave pioneer,
We weeping by the open range,
With distant home filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.

The open range winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The silvery stream holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though wandering minstrel may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the lone prairie they spread,
Where humble farmer once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.

Let walking fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where open range 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 riding 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 mountain rests every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the twilight so still,
We flow our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where river belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dance fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 dance and rest with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 45 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.