| Down a little winding trail in old Wyoming, | |
| To a little shack with roses ‘round the door, | |
| There’s a little blue-eyed curly headed maiden, | |
| That I’ve been longing just to see once more. | |
| She’s as sweet as the lily of the valley, | |
| And you can bet she’s all the world to me, | |
| We met down in the hills of old Wyoming , | |
| It was there she gave her little heart to me. | |
| Now ev’ry night we’ll stroll beneath the stars up above, | |
| And let the bright silv’ry moon-beams smile on our love, | |
| Hand in hand down that little old trail we’ll wander, | |
| Where the songbirds in the treetops sweetly sing, | |
| Then we’ll plan and name the day that you’ll be mine dear, | |
| When your hand will wear a little golden ring. | |
| As the twilight softly falls each night she’s waiting, | |
| ‘Mid the roses by the old garden gate, | |
| Underneath her bonnet golden curls hanging, | |
| A smile so bright and cheery on her face. | |
| Down beside a little babb’ling brook we’ll wander, | |
| ‘Neath summer skies where all the world is still, | |
| ‘Till once again it’s time to say, “Goodnight dear, | |
| I’ll be with you when the sun sets on the hill.” |
| Down a little winding trail in old Wyoming, | |
| To a little shack with roses ' round the door, | |
| There' s a little blueeyed curly headed maiden, | |
| That I' ve been longing just to see once more. | |
| She' s as sweet as the lily of the valley, | |
| And you can bet she' s all the world to me, | |
| We met down in the hills of old Wyoming , | |
| It was there she gave her little heart to me. | |
| Now ev' ry night we' ll stroll beneath the stars up above, | |
| And let the bright silv' ry moonbeams smile on our love, | |
| Hand in hand down that little old trail we' ll wander, | |
| Where the songbirds in the treetops sweetly sing, | |
| Then we' ll plan and name the day that you' ll be mine dear, | |
| When your hand will wear a little golden ring. | |
| As the twilight softly falls each night she' s waiting, | |
| ' Mid the roses by the old garden gate, | |
| Underneath her bonnet golden curls hanging, | |
| A smile so bright and cheery on her face. | |
| Down beside a little babb' ling brook we' ll wander, | |
| ' Neath summer skies where all the world is still, | |
| ' Till once again it' s time to say, " Goodnight dear, | |
| I' ll be with you when the sun sets on the hill." |
| Down a little winding trail in old Wyoming, | |
| To a little shack with roses ' round the door, | |
| There' s a little blueeyed curly headed maiden, | |
| That I' ve been longing just to see once more. | |
| She' s as sweet as the lily of the valley, | |
| And you can bet she' s all the world to me, | |
| We met down in the hills of old Wyoming , | |
| It was there she gave her little heart to me. | |
| Now ev' ry night we' ll stroll beneath the stars up above, | |
| And let the bright silv' ry moonbeams smile on our love, | |
| Hand in hand down that little old trail we' ll wander, | |
| Where the songbirds in the treetops sweetly sing, | |
| Then we' ll plan and name the day that you' ll be mine dear, | |
| When your hand will wear a little golden ring. | |
| As the twilight softly falls each night she' s waiting, | |
| ' Mid the roses by the old garden gate, | |
| Underneath her bonnet golden curls hanging, | |
| A smile so bright and cheery on her face. | |
| Down beside a little babb' ling brook we' ll wander, | |
| ' Neath summer skies where all the world is still, | |
| ' Till once again it' s time to say, " Goodnight dear, | |
| I' ll be with you when the sun sets on the hill." |
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