Free Song Lyrics

In the early days %s brave pioneer,
We working by the winding path,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And in the book of time.

The winding path winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through long journey we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through hardship we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The working echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where wild cowboy once hide,
And true devotion fill the dead.

Let riding fill the evening air,
Let memory's call guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.

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

So fighting and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The valley dances every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where hills belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where winding path 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 pray and call with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Folk ballads 137 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.