Ridin' through the valley
Turning back the time
To the days of long ago in 1849
I hear the wind of whispering
It sounds like the breath
of the ones who's died before me
In the valley of death
See the sun shining
Sands so hot and wide
I see the purple wagons
That brought them here to die
Now I hear the whisper
of the famous breath
Of the ones who came before me
To the valley of death
Hear the wheels are rolling
Wagons hit it west
They find a final resting place
In the valley of death
I hear the wind of whispering
It sounds like the breath
of the ones who's died before me
In the valley of death
See the sun shining
Sands so hot and wide
I see the purple wagons
That brought them here to die
Now I hear the whisper
of the famous breath
Of the ones who came before me
To the valley of death

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