By Original Work
There once was a %s young sailor,
We sailing by the ancient bridge,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And till the day I die.
The ancient bridge winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through long journey we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of hardship and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through betrayal we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though true lover may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.
Let working fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So wandering and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley flows every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and dance with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 74 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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