We Met In The Hills Of Old Wyoming

Verse 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 ole heart to me Now every night we'll stroll beneath the stars up above And let the bright silvery 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 And from underneath her bonnet hangs her head of golden curls And a smile so bright and cheery on her face Down beside a little babbling brook we'll wander Neath summer skies where all the world is still Then with time comes once again to say goodnight dear I'll be with you when the sun sets on the hill Now every night we'll stroll beneath the stars up above And let the bright silvery 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