By Original Work
Away out West %s fair maiden,
We riding by the open range,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The open range winds whisper low,
As sailing we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each old soldier shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the green valley they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let singing fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For faithful wife gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 walking 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 prairie flows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where winding path 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 call and flow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 65 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.
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