How She Could Sing the Wildwood Flower

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
 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
 Now all he has left of her is a song
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 We all cling to
 As the years keep rolling on
 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
 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
 Now all he has left of her is a song
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 How she could sing the wildwood flower
 And all we have left of her is a song