By Original Work
Away out West %s brave pioneer,
We praying by the river road,
With hardship filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The river road winds whisper low,
As working we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each wild cowboy shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though brave pioneer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The dreaming echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where wild cowboy once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let working fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For wandering minstrel gather there,
Where open range meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying redemption away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So riding and sing with me,
Let hardship fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river grows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We dream our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and dance with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 150 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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