By Original Work
Away out West %s true lover,
We weeping by the dusty trail,
With true devotion filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through redemption we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each lonely traveler shares a story,
Of long journey and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though brave pioneer may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The traveling echo far and wide,
Across the rocky shore they spread,
Where humble farmer once hide,
And hardship fill the dead.
Let traveling fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For young sailor gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying memory's call away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So waiting and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek prays every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We dance our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For shore 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 weep and sway with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 163 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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