Darcy Farrow

John Denver2013年8月12日


Darcy Farrow - John Denver (約翰·丹佛)

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 oer the range


Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy


Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down


Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights


That shone in the night out of Yerrington town


She was courted by Young Vandamere


A fine lad was he as I am to hear


He gave her silver rings and lacy things


And she promised to wed before the snows came that year


But her pony did stumble and she did fall


Her dyin 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 true