How she could sing the wildwood flower The orphan girl he would love so long In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour And all he has left of her is a song He first saw her Standing by a cabin door Her song was ringing Out in a voice so strong and sure To the lonesome valley He'd bring her there to be his bride Where they would live and work together Side by side She was his sunshine She was his moon and morning star His words would ring true On the chords of her guitar But he was driven And lost to her for days and days Till the lonesome valley finally drove her far away How she could sing the wildwood flower The orphan girl he would love so long In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour And all he has left of her is a song We all cling to As the years keep rolling on One single promise Of a love that's past and gone And that lonesome valley We all walk it by ourselves Where the wildwood flower Is a story we will tell How she could sing the wildwood flower The orphan girl he would love so long In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour And all he has left of her is a song How she could sing the wildwood flower All we have left of her is a song |
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