Archive for the ‘west’ Tag

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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When Its Spring Time in The Rockies

The twilight shadows deepn into night dear
The city lights are gleaming on the snow
I sit alone beside the dreary fire dear
Im dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And every day I hear you softly singing
I’ll wait until the springtime comes again

When its springtime in the Rockies
I am coming back to you
Little Sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I’ll say I love you
While the birds sing all the day
When it’s springtime in the Rockies
In the Rockies far away

Ive kept your image guarded in my heart dear
I’ve kept my love for you as pure as dew
Im longing for the time when I shall come dear
Back to that dear old Western home and you
I fancy its springtime in the mounains
The maple leaves in first sky green appear
I hear you softly say my Queen of May time
This springtime you have come to meet me here

Down The River of Golden Dreams

When the weary day is near to its ending
When the world is longing to rest
Theres a happy day in dreams [on mending]
When the sun goes to the west

Down the river of golden dreams
Drifting along humming a song of love
Where the silver love moon beams
We’ll not be blue under the blue above
And when we find the rivers end
Where the willows bend
There our days we’ll spend together
Down the river of golden dreams
You and I under the sky of love

Some may dream of finding golden treasures
Some may dream of castles so high
I keep dreaming of a little journey
Someday we’ll go you and I

When The Sun Goes Down Again

I hear a whippoorwill a cryin’
The sun is sinkin to rest
And I sit all alone a cryin’
Longing for the home I left way out in the West
Ill never learn to be a roamer
No matter how I try
And when the next train leaves this town
I’ll tell you all Good-bye

When the sun goes down again
Im going to be where I belong
I’ll be comin around the bend
And in my heart there’ll be a song
It won’t take long to forget
That I ever wanted to roam
And unless I miss my guess
I’ll learn each word of Home Sweet Home
When I hear my old dog beggin
I’ll be at my journey’s end
I can hear the old folks sayin
Welcome home our long lost friend
I’ll throw away my walkin shoes
I never want them on again
I’ll lay my head on a feather bed
When the sun goes down again

The Lane County Bachelor

My name is Frank Bale an old bachelor I am
I’m keeping old batch on an elegant plan
You’ll find me out West in the county of Lane
Starving to death on a Government claim

My house it is build of the national sail
The walls are erected according to Hayle
The roof has no leak but is level and plain
And I always get wet when it happens to rain

But Hurrah! for Lane County teh land of the free
Home of the grasshopper bed bug and flee
I’ll sing loud her praises and boast of her fame
While starving to death on a Government claim

How happy am I when I crawl into bed
And a rattlesnake rattles his tail at my head
And the gay little centipide foil of all fear
Crawls over my pillow and into my ear

And the nice little building so cheerful and bright
Keeps me up scratching full half of the night
And the gay little flee with toes sharp as a tack
Plays why don’t you catch me all over my back

But Hurrah for Lane County the land of the West
Where the farmers and ranchers are always at rest
Where youve nothing to do but sweetly remain
And starve like a man on your government claim

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