Texty: Emmylou Harris. 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 the song
He first saw her standing by her 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
He was driven and lost to her for days and days
'Til the lonesome valley finally drove her heart 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 the song
We all cling to as the years keep rolling on
One single promise of a love that's past and gone
And the lonesome valley, we all walk it by ourselves
Where the Wildwood Flower is the 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 the song
How she could sing the Wildwood Flower
And all we have left of her is the song
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 the song
He first saw her standing by her 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
He was driven and lost to her for days and days
'Til the lonesome valley finally drove her heart 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 the song
We all cling to as the years keep rolling on
One single promise of a love that's past and gone
And the lonesome valley, we all walk it by ourselves
Where the Wildwood Flower is the 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 the song
How she could sing the Wildwood Flower
And all we have left of her is the song
Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris