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Red River Valley

Oh a long time you know Ive been waiting
For those words which you never did say
Now alas all my found hopes have vanished
For they tell me your going away
From this valley they say you are going
I shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For you also take with you the sunshine
That has brightened my pathway the while

Then consider awhile ere you leve me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the red river valley
And the maiden whose heart beats for you

Then remember the valley your leaving
How lonely and dreary it will be
and remember the heart you are grieving
And be true to your promise to me

When you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget the sweet hours
That we spent in the red river valley
Nor the vows we exchanged mid its flowers

Oh there never could be such a longing
In the heart of a white maidens breast
As there is in this heart that is breaking
With love for the boy who came west

And the dark maidens prayer for her lover
To the spirit that rules o’er the world
Is that sunshine his pathway may cover
Leave his grief to the red river girl

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Lay My Head Beneath A Rose

Darling press me to your bosom
As you did in days of yore
Press your lips upon my forehead
Ere I reach that golden shore
Life is from me quickly fading
Soon I’ll be in sweet repose
When Im gone I ask this favor
Lay my head beneath a rose

Lay me where sweet flowers blossom
Where the dainty lilies grows
Where the pink and violet mingle
Lay my head beneath the rose

Darling first you said you loved me
When you gave your hand and heart
There were roses on your cheeks love
And we vowed we ne’er would part
One more kiss for I am going
Far byond all earthly woes
Let my grave be like your cheeks love
Covered with a red red rose

He has crossed the shadowed valley
Where the living water flows
Love has heard his last found pleadings
And he sleeps in sweet repose
Neath a grassy mound hes resting
Where the golden sunset glows
Love has answered all his pleadings
And he sleeps beneath a rose

Sweet Bunch of Daisies

Sweet golden daisies treasured more than gold
Even I hear them whispering love of thee
Murmuring softly In a [sliver them] (theme?)
Of loves bright morning now one sad sweet dream

Sweet bunch of daisies brought from the dell
Kiss me once darling dasies won’t tell
Give me your promise oh sweetheart
Darling I love you will you be true

Sweet withered daisies treasure more than gold
Bring back the memory of those sweet days of old
When we together strolled through forests green
Gathering daisies growing by the stream

The Hazel Dell

In the hazel dell my Nelly’s sleeping
Nellie loved so long
And my lonely, lonely watch am keeping
Nellie lost and gone
Here in moonlight often we have wandered
Though the silent space
Now where leafy branches drooping down
Little Nelly’s laid

All alone my watch am keeping
in the hazel dell
For my darling Nelly’s near me sleeping
Nelly dear farewell

In the hazel dell my Nelly’s sleeping
Where the flowers wave
And the silent stars are nightly weeping
O’er poor Nelly’s grave
Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherish-d
Smile no more for me
Every dream of joy alas has perished
Nellie dear with thee

Now am weary friendless and forsaken
Watching here alone
Nelly thou no more will fondly cheer me
With thy loving tone
Yest forever shall they gentle image
In my memory dwell
And my tears thy lonely grave shall moisten
Nelly dear farewell

Your As Welcome As The Flowers In May

Las night I dreamed a sweet sweet dream
I thought I saw my home sweet home
And oh how grand it all did seem
I made a vow no more to roam
By the dear old village church I strolled
While the bell in the steeple sadly told
I saw my Daddy old and gray
I thought I heard my Mother say

Your as welcom as the flowers in May
And we love you in the same old way
We’ve been waiting for you day by day
Your as welcome as the flowers in May

I thought I saw my sweetheart Bess
And once again we pledged our love
I listened to her low sweet yes
The moon was shinning from above
We talked of happy days of yore
And the day that I left my home heart sore
My thoughts are many mines away
I long to hear my Sweetheart say

My Blue Ridge Mountain Home

I never thought that I could be so sad
Till I left my mountain home
But the time is a comin When I’ll be so glad
And I never more will roam
For I’ve learned a lesson that I won’t forget
Wherever I may be
And oh how Im longing for the folks back home
For they mean more than all the world to me

When the moon goes to shinin Then my heart goes to pinin
For my Blue Ridge Mountain Home
With the pine trees swayin And the hound dogs a layin
That is where I long to roam
When the sun comes a beamin Then I start to dreamin’
Of a place where flowers bloom
When I get back again Im going to live till the end
In my Blue Ridge Mountain Home

A Home On The Range

Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Where the air is so pure, and the zephers so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
I would not exchange my home on the range
for all of your cities so bright

The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west
Tis unlikely he’ll ever return
To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
Their flickering campfires burn

Oh I love the wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The curfew I love to hear scram
I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
that graze on the mountain tops green

Oh give me a land where the bright diamonds and sand
Goes leisurely down the clear stream
And the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

How often at night when the heavens are bright
with the light of the glittering stars
How I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Then I would not exchange my home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day