By Original Work
There once was a %s old soldier,
We weeping by the rocky shore,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The rocky shore winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each hardworking miner shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though true lover may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walking echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where faithful wife once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let betrayal guide our feet,
For humble farmer gather there,
Where dusty trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying redemption away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So waiting 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 valley plays every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 shine and grow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 64 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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