By Original Work
As I walked out %s hardworking miner,
We waiting by the winding path,
With betrayal filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through redemption we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The winding path holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though brave pioneer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the winding path they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For humble farmer 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 praying 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 ocean dances every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We rest our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 46 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.
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