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Lyrics
[Verse]
The wheels creak loud like an old man’s knees
Dust kicks up and chokes the breeze
A horizon wide but the trail feels thin
The world ahead
The past boxed in
[Chorus]
Roll on roll on to the land we’ll claim
Chasing dreams through the sun and rain
The wind don’t stop and the fire’s low
But westward bound we’ll always go
[Verse 2]
A river cold cuts the wagon’s path
The oxen shiver the children laugh
Stars at night they burn so near
Each one a wish to drown our fear
[Prechorus]
With every rut every aching bone
We build a life from the unknown
[Chorus]
Roll on roll on to the land we’ll claim
Chasing dreams through the sun and rain
The wind don’t stop and the fire’s low
But westward bound we’ll always go
[Bridge]
A prairie storm paints the sky in grey
But no storm’s enough to make us stay
The wheels may break the mules may fall
But the hope of home will outlast it all
Details
GeneratedSep 22, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic, featuring guitar and fiddle, raw with a rustic touch, folk, evoking the spirit of open skies and untamed landscapes
Credits
Prompt byKyle55
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Pioneers traveling across the plains in covered wagons to start a new homestead
