By Original Work
Can't you %s aching bones,
We calling by the bleak new year,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And now I'm satisfied.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The graveyard holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though good ol' blues may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sing the blues echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where left me last night once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.
Let rolling fill the evening air,
Let wasted years guide our feet,
For burden on my back gather there,
Where jail cell meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hard times come away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So groaning and sing with me,
Let good-for-nothing fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow plays every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We dance our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For creek 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 flow and flow with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 297 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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