By Original Work
Away out West %s lonely traveler,
We fighting by the old oak tree,
With hardship filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of betrayal and more,
The river road holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And eternal hope fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For brave pioneer gather there,
Where open range 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 praying and sing with me,
Let betrayal fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon weeps every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 dream and flow with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 92 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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