Darcy Farrow
Words and music by Steve Gillette and Tom Campbell

Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain

There lived a 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 the sugar candy

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 of Yerrington town

She was courted by young Vandamere
A fine lad was he as I am to hear

He gave her silver rings and lacy things
And she promised to wed before the snows came that year

But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us one and all

Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain

And 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

Darcy Farrow, by John Denver

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