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
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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
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How she could sing the Wildwood Flower
All we have left of her is a song