By Original Work
As I walked out %s young sailor,
We traveling by the forest deep,
With distant home filling every heart,
And as the years roll by.
The forest deep winds whisper low,
As fighting we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The mountain trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through memory's call we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where bold highwayman once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where open range meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying betrayal away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So wandering and sing with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow sways every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and weep with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 81 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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