How She Could Sing the Wildwood Flower - Emmylou Harris

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 a song

He first saw her standing by a 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 far 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

And all he has left of her is a song

We all cling to, as the years keep rolling on

One single promise of a love that’s past and gone

And that lonesome valley, we all walk it by ourselves

Where the Wildwood Flower is a 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

And all he has left of her is a song

How she could sing the Wildwood Flower

All we have left of her is a song