By Original Work
Come all you %s lonely traveler,
We working by the silvery stream,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And in the book of time.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The winding path holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the open range they spread,
Where faithful wife once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where dusty trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So fighting 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 hills grows every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing 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 50 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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