We Met in the Hills of Old Wyoming Songtext
von Hank Snow

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 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
'Til once again it's time to say, "Goodnight, dear
I′ll be with you when the sun sets on the hilll"


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