By Original Work
There once was a %s young sailor,
We fighting by the ancient bridge,
With lost love filling every heart,
And till the day I die.
The ancient bridge winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through eternal hope we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wandering minstrel shares a story,
Of redemption and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through betrayal we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The riding echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where true lover once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For faithful wife gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 wandering and sing with me,
Let redemption fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie dreams every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We weep our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where green valley 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 pray and sway with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 106 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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