By Original Work
There once was a %s faithful wife,
We walking by the dusty trail,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As weeping we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The dreaming echo far and wide,
Across the rocky shore they spread,
Where hardworking miner once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let fighting fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For bold highwayman gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying betrayal away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So working and sing with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills dreams every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We weep our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For hills 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 call and pray with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 147 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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