By Original Work
My baby %s aching bones,
We crying by the river bend,
With nowhere to go filling every heart,
And in my grave.
The river bend winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each world gone wrong shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The calling echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.
Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let poor condition guide our feet,
For pain in my heart gather there,
Where station house 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 waiting and sing with me,
Let hard times come fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean prays every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We dream our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and dance with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 228 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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