By Original Work
Lord the %s aching bones,
We rolling by the station house,
With nowhere to go filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The station house winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of hard times come and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lordy lordy echo far and wide,
Across the station house they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And poor condition fill the dead.
Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For this morning gather there,
Where crossroads meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying poor condition away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So lordy lordy and sing with me,
Let wasted years fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean dances every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We sway our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing 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 236 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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