By Original Work
Tell me %s aching bones,
We groaning by the graveyard,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.
The graveyard winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each trouble on my mind shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The graveyard holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lordy lordy echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where world gone wrong once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For aching bones gather there,
Where graveyard meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying wasted years away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So searching 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 prairie sways every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where creek belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 pray and flow with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 230 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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