By Original Work
In the early days %s old soldier,
We fighting by the lone prairie,
With true devotion filling every heart,
And never to return.
The lone prairie winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through eternal hope we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each true lover shares a story,
Of broken promise and more,
The winding path holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though faithful wife may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The singing echo far and wide,
Across the green valley they spread,
Where wandering minstrel once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.
Let dreaming fill the evening air,
Let triumph guide our feet,
For brave pioneer gather there,
Where open range 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 wandering 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 mountain rests every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where river road 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 call and rest with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 159 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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