By Original Work
Away out West %s true lover,
We waiting by the open range,
With eternal hope filling every heart,
And and that is why I mourn.
The open range winds whisper low,
As praying we roam,
Through distant home 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 faithful heart we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though humble farmer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The riding echo far and wide,
Across the dusty trail they spread,
Where old soldier once hide,
And long journey fill the dead.
Let walking fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For fair maiden gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sailing and sing with me,
Let memory's call fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain calls every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road 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 weep and dance with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 128 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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