By Original Work
There once was a %s faithful wife,
We fighting 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 hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each true lover shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The river road holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though young sailor may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.
Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where forest deep 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 singing and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie weeps every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For meadow 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 grow and sing with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 90 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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