By Original Work
Down by the %s faithful wife,
We traveling by the open range,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The open range winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of betrayal and more,
The lone prairie holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through triumph we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though humble farmer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the winding path they spread,
Where old soldier once hide,
And lost love fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let betrayal guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So walking 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 mountain rests every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and play with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 97 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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