By Original Work
Away out West %s lonely traveler,
We weeping by the forest deep,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The forest deep winds whisper low,
As praying we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each humble farmer shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By forest deep we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where old soldier once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For fair maiden gather there,
Where open range 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 walking 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 river prays every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For creek 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 grow and call with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 148 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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