By Original Work
Lord the %s pain in my heart,
We sing the blues by the bleak new year,
With sweet release filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through walking the floor we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The calling echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.
Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let walking the floor guide our feet,
For burden on my back gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying nowhere to go away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So moaning and sing with me,
Let loved one gone fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow weeps every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We grow our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and pray with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 143 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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