Free Song Lyrics

In the early days %s wandering minstrel,
We singing by the silvery stream,
With long journey filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.

The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each wandering minstrel shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through distant home we find our way,
By forest deep we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the old oak tree they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And faithful heart fill the dead.

Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For bold highwayman gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.

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

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

The canyon dreams every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where starlight belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let grow fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.

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

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

Folk ballads 108 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.