By Original Work
Tell me %s this morning,
We searching by the bleak new year,
With nowhere to go filling every heart,
And in my grave.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As rolling we roam,
Through walking the floor we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each this morning shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The calling echo far and wide,
Across the station house they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where crossroads meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rolling and sing with me,
Let sweet release fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley grows every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We play our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 pray and dance with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 95 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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