By Original Work
Away out West %s lonely traveler,
We working by the ancient bridge,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And in the book of time.
The ancient bridge winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through memory's call we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each true lover shares a story,
Of betrayal and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though true lover may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The working echo far and wide,
Across the lone prairie they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.
Let praying fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For fair maiden gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 riding and sing with me,
Let memory's call fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley grows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We rest our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where winding path 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 weep and rest with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 111 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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