Song | Darcy Farrow |
Artist | John Denver |
Album | The Wildlife Concert |
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Written:Steve Gillette/Tom Campbell | |
Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain | |
There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name | |
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she | |
The sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range | |
Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy | |
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down | |
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights | |
That shine in the night out of Yerrington town | |
She was courted by Young Vandamere | |
A fine lad was he as I am to hear | |
He gave her silver rings and lacy things | |
And she promised to wed before the snows came that year | |
But her pony did stumble and she did fall | |
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us one and all | |
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain | |
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall | |
They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through | |
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too | |
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round | |
and to young Vandy whose love was true |
Written: Steve Gillette Tom Campbell | |
Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain | |
There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name | |
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she | |
The sweetest flower that bloomed o' er the range | |
Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy | |
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down | |
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights | |
That shine in the night out of Yerrington town | |
She was courted by Young Vandamere | |
A fine lad was he as I am to hear | |
He gave her silver rings and lacy things | |
And she promised to wed before the snows came that year | |
But her pony did stumble and she did fall | |
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us one and all | |
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain | |
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall | |
They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through | |
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too | |
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round | |
and to young Vandy whose love was true |
Written: Steve Gillette Tom Campbell | |
Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain | |
There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name | |
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she | |
The sweetest flower that bloomed o' er the range | |
Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy | |
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down | |
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights | |
That shine in the night out of Yerrington town | |
She was courted by Young Vandamere | |
A fine lad was he as I am to hear | |
He gave her silver rings and lacy things | |
And she promised to wed before the snows came that year | |
But her pony did stumble and she did fall | |
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us one and all | |
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain | |
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall | |
They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through | |
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too | |
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round | |
and to young Vandy whose love was true |