The snows broke in March of the year ‘55

Spring time in Missouri, the long trail did we ride

You carried your burden, you did it so proud

In Nebraska by starlight, we had our girl child

On the bed of the plains, on the Oregon trail


August was kind, Wyoming so fair

The game easy hunted, but we didn’t tarry

‘Cause the Blackfoot were proud, and only by grace

Did we make it to safety, to our homestead’n place

Did we make it to safety, off the Oregon trail

Lucinda, Lucinda, on the last day of my life

Your hair like the sun, you were my wife

Lucinda, Lucinda, long may you ride

Take care of the children, you know I tried


We built us a farm, after riding so far

We worked the land, with my brother and Pa

September ’57, you gave us twin sons

Your beauty that day, I hold in my breast

Your beauty that day, in the lands of the west


But, last winter was hard, and I caught me a chill

I put up a fight, but I got weaker still

I died by the fireside, in your loving arms

So sorry to leave you, my truest sweetheart

And here now I lay, off the Oregon Trail

Ever the rose, would cling to the vine

Ever my darling, your love was so fine

Ever you stood tall, Ever you smiled

Fairest you were in that wilderness wild


Lucinda, Lucinda, on the last day of my life

Your hair like the sun, you were my wife

Lucinda, Lucinda, long may you live

Take care of the children, no more can I give


Copyright 2010. William C Denison Jr. and
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