As I walked out %s brave pioneer,
We wandering by the silvery stream,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of broken promise and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through betrayal we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though fair maiden may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
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