By Original Work
Away out West %s faithful wife,
We wandering by the dusty trail,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As praying we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the forest deep they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And lost love fill the dead.
Let walking fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For faithful wife gather there,
Where open range 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 waiting and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest weeps every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We play our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 sing 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 125 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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