Josh Ritter, Barnstar! - Darcy Farrow lyrics
[Josh Ritter, Barnstar! - Darcy Farrow lyrics]
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 on the range
Her voice was sweeter than sugar can be
Her touch as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the gray
Silver lights
That shine in the night out at Yerington town
She was courted by young Vandermeer
And a finer lad was he
Than many you will hear
He gave her silver rings and
He gave her pretty things
And she promised to wed before
The snows fell that year
But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dying 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 so true
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 blooms on the range
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 on the range
Her voice was sweeter than sugar can be
Her touch as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the gray
Silver lights
That shine in the night out at Yerington town
She was courted by young Vandermeer
And a finer lad was he
Than many you will hear
He gave her silver rings and
He gave her pretty things
And she promised to wed before
The snows fell that year
But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dying 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 so true
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 blooms on the range