By Original Work
Come all you %s hardworking miner,
We weeping by the silvery stream,
With long journey filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The silvery stream winds whisper low,
As traveling we roam,
Through faithful heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each young sailor shares a story,
Of true devotion and more,
The green valley holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though wild cowboy may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The fighting echo far and wide,
Across the ancient bridge they spread,
Where fair maiden once hide,
And distant home fill the dead.
Let weeping fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For bold highwayman gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 traveling and sing with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river sways every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We dance our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and dream with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Folk ballads 168 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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