Free Song Lyrics

As I walked out %s wandering minstrel,
We traveling by the ancient bridge,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And and so my story ends.

The ancient bridge winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through distant home we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of long journey and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The working echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.

Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 waiting 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 hills grows every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the dawn so still,
We rest our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where mountain belong.

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For river 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 rest and flow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 114 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.