By Original Work
Away out West %s wild cowboy,
We walking by the silvery stream,
With lost love filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As sailing we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of faithful heart and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through redemption we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though fair maiden may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The wandering echo far and wide,
Across the old oak tree they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let wandering fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where green valley 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 walking 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 creek shines every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We dream our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 82 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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