| Song | Darcy Farrow |
| Artist | John Denver |
| Album | The Wildlife Concert |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Steve Gillette/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 |
| Written: Steve Gillette 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 |
| Written: Steve Gillette 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 |