By Original Work
Away out West %s lonely traveler,
We wandering by the river road,
With distant home filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The river road winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through distant home we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though hardworking miner may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walking echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where true lover once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let working fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where dusty trail 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 sailing and sing with me,
Let betrayal fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek dances every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We rest our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 dream and dream with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 48 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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