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 voice was ringing
Out in a song 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
Till 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
Now 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 passed and gone
In 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
Now 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