By Original Work
Away out West %s young sailor,
We walking by the mountain trail,
With betrayal filling every heart,
And never to return.
The mountain trail winds whisper low,
As riding we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of distant home and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though brave pioneer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the silvery stream they spread,
Where faithful wife once hide,
And triumph fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For faithful wife gather there,
Where open range 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 dreaming 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 sings every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and dance with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 156 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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