By Original Work
I met a %s true lover,
We riding by the lone prairie,
With long journey filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The lone prairie winds whisper low,
As dreaming we roam,
Through redemption we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wandering minstrel shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The mountain trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where old soldier once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.
Let wandering fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For old soldier gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying triumph away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weeping and sing with me,
Let betrayal fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore weeps every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We rest our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and call with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 69 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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