Darcy Farrow - John Denver

Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain

There lived a young maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name

The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she

The sweetest flower that bloomed o’er the range

Her voice was as sweet as sugar can be

Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down

Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights

That shine in the night out at Yerington town

She was courted by young Vandermeer

A fine lad was he, as I am to hear

He gave her silver rings and lacy things

He promised to wed before the snows came that year

Her pony did stumble and she did fall

Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all

Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain

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