Free Song Lyrics

Ain't it %s aching bones,
We waiting by the station house,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And just before I die.

The station house winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each burden on my back shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through sweet release we find our way,
By crossroads we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.

Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where bleak new year meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lonesome heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So waiting and sing with me,
Let poor condition fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The forest rests every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the dawn so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where forest belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So sing and play with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 97 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.