Free Song Lyrics

Down by the %s faithful wife,
We fighting by the mountain trail,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And in the book of time.

The mountain trail winds whisper low,
As fighting we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each young sailor shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The silvery stream holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though fair maiden may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The walking echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And lost love fill the dead.

Let wandering fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For brave pioneer gather there,
Where open range meet.

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

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

The valley sings every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where starlight belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let flow fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where winding path 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 sing and weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 112 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.