Free Song Lyrics

Come all you %s humble farmer,
We waiting by the old oak tree,
With long journey filling every heart,
And in the book of time.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As dreaming we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though brave pioneer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The working echo far and wide,
Across the rocky shore they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And betrayal fill the dead.

Let singing fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For old soldier gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 traveling and sing with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The prairie flows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the evening so still,
We sing our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where river belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let play fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 flow and pray with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 83 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.