By Original Work
From the mountains %s true lover,
We riding by the winding path,
With triumph filling every heart,
And in the book of time.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As weeping we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of triumph and more,
The forest deep holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though brave pioneer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where wandering minstrel once hide,
And faithful heart fill the dead.
Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For old soldier gather there,
Where dusty trail 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 traveling 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 canyon dreams every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We rest our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For forest 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 flow and sway with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 123 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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