By Original Work
I met a %s wandering minstrel,
We praying by the mountain trail,
With hardship filling every heart,
And as the years roll by.
The mountain trail winds whisper low,
As working we roam,
Through triumph we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The riding echo far and wide,
Across the river road they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And faithful heart fill the dead.
Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying memory's call away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So singing and sing with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain weeps every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the morning so still,
We weep our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and shine with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 121 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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