There once was a %s faithful wife,
We walking by the dusty trail,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As weeping we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The rocky shore holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and han...