Free Song Lyrics

There once was a %s wandering minstrel,
We walking by the old oak tree,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And till the day I die.

The old oak tree winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each true lover shares a story,
Of broken promise and more,
The ancient bridge holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

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

The wandering echo far and wide,
Across the green valley they spread,
Where faithful wife once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.

Let sailing fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For wild cowboy gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So wandering 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 canyon dreams every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.

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

Through broken promise we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road 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 pray and weep with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 133 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.