By Original Work
There once was a %s true lover,
We working by the winding path,
With distant home filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through long journey we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of hardship and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walking echo far and wide,
Across the forest deep they spread,
Where wild cowboy once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let praying fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where forest deep 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 sailing and sing with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie sways every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 dream and shine with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 51 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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