How she could sing the wildwood flower
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The orphan girl he would love so long
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In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour
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And all he has left of her is a song
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He first saw her
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Standing by a cabin door
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Her song was ringing
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Out in a voice so strong and sure
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To the lonesome valley
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He'd bring her there to be his bride
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Where they would live and work together
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Side by side
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She was his sunshine
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She was his moon and morning star
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His words would ring true
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On the chords of her guitar
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But he was driven
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And lost to her for days and days
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Till the lonesome valley finally drove her far away
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How she could sing the wildwood flower
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The orphan girl he would love so long
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In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour
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And all he has left of her is a song
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We all cling to
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As the years keep rolling on
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One single promise
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Of a love that's past and gone
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And that lonesome valley
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We all walk it by ourselves
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Where the wildwood flower
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Is a story we will tell
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How she could sing the wildwood flower
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The orphan girl he would love so long
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In the end he knew she'd been his finest hour
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And all he has left of her is a song
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How she could sing the wildwood flower
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All we have left of her is a song
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How She Could Sing The Wildwood Flower
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Emmylou Harris |