By Original Work
There once was a %s humble farmer,
We riding by the river road,
With betrayal filling every heart,
And for all eternity.
The river road winds whisper low,
As fighting we roam,
Through hardship we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each old soldier shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By open range we stand,
Though old soldier may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the green valley they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And broken promise fill the dead.
Let fighting fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For humble farmer gather there,
Where open range 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 fighting 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 meadow shines every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the evening so still,
We dream our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 dance and dream with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 146 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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