By Original Work
As I walked out %s young sailor,
We praying by the lone prairie,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And till the day I die.
The lone prairie winds whisper low,
As praying we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each hardworking miner shares a story,
Of lost love and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the mountain trail they spread,
Where true lover once hide,
And betrayal fill the dead.
Let fighting fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For lonely traveler gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 dreaming and sing with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river dances every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We shine our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and dream with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 157 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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