By Original Work
Can't you %s sorrow deep,
We waiting by the crossroads,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet release we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though sorrow deep may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying walking the floor away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing the blues and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest grows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the morning so still,
We weep our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 shine and sway with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 225 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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