From this valley they say you are going,
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,
For they say you are taking the sunshine,
That has brightened our pathway a while.
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Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie,
Where the wild coyotes will howl o'er my grave.
But lay me down by the old Red River,
Where the sun shines bright on my own native grave.
We remember well when we parted,
Sad and lonely was that last farewell,
While the tears in your eyes plainly told me,
That you loved me too well to tell.
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Then come to me when I'm sleeping,
And your presence my sad heart will cheer,
Let me feel, as of old, your warm kisses,
And forget I must leave you, my dear.
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As you go by each night to the campfire,
Give a thought to the cowboy so true,
Who will dream with his saddle for a pillow,
Of the red valley and dear little you.
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