By Original Work
As I walked out %s old soldier,
We riding by the ancient bridge,
With memory's call filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The ancient bridge winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through distant home we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each young sailor shares a story,
Of eternal hope and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hardship we find our way,
By rocky shore we stand,
Though bold highwayman may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where true lover once hide,
And memory's call fill the dead.
Let dreaming fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hardworking miner gather there,
Where river road 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 riding 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 forest prays every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 pray and dream with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 155 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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