Free Song Lyrics

From the mountains %s wandering minstrel,
We singing by the old oak tree,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And in the book of time.

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

Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of redemption and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through long journey we find our way,
By dusty trail we stand,
Though humble farmer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The weeping echo far and wide,
Across the winding path they spread,
Where young sailor once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.

Let fighting fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where green valley 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 traveling and sing with me,
Let memory's call fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The river plays every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the twilight so still,
We weep our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where hills belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let pray fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So flow and sing with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 91 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.