Compose lyrics for a folk song.
Verse 1:
In the valley where the river flows,
Where the sun sets and the wind blows,
There lived a maiden with a heart of gold,
With a story to be told.

Chorus:
Oh the tales that we sing,
Of love, loss, and everything,
Passing on from one to another,
With the rhythm of the land and its colors.

Verse 2:
She loved a lad with eyes like the sea,
With a voice that could calm the wildest beast,
They danced in the moonlight, holding hands,
Under the stars, on those soft sands.

Chorus:
Oh the tales that we sing,
Of love, loss, and everything,
Passing on from one to another,
With the rhythm of the land and its colors.

Verse 3:
But the war came and took him away,
Leaving her alone, with nothing to say,
But she sang her love, for all to hear,
With a voice that was strong and clear.

Chorus:
Oh the tales that we sing,
Of love, loss, and everything,
Passing on from one to another,
With the rhythm of the land and its colors.

Outro:
Now her song is sung by young and old,
A story of love that never grows old,
In the valley where the river flows,
Where the sun sets and the wind blows.
Complete the following task based on the instruction and optional input provided.### Instruction:
Compose lyrics for a folk song.

### Output:
Verse 1:
In the valley where the river flows,
Where the sun sets and the wind blows,
There lived a maiden with a heart of gold,
With a story to be told.

Chorus:
Oh the tales that we sing,
Of love, loss, and everything,
Passing on from one to another,
With the rhythm of the land and its colors.

Verse 2:
She loved a lad with eyes like the sea,
With a voice that could calm the wildest beast,
They danced in the moonlight, holding hands,
Under the stars, on those soft sands.

Chorus:
Oh the tales that we sing,
Of love, loss, and everything,
Passing on from one to another,
With the rhythm of the land and its colors.

Verse 3:
But the war came and took him away,
Leaving her alone, with nothing to say,
But she sang her love, for all to hear,
With a voice that was strong and clear.

Chorus:
Oh the tales that we sing,
Of love, loss, and everything,
Passing on from one to another,
With the rhythm of the land and its colors.

Outro:
Now her song is sung by young and old,
A story of love that never grows old,
In the valley where the river flows,
Where the sun sets and the wind blows.