John Denver - Darcy farrow

^DWhere the walker runs down to the ^GCarson Valley ^Dsus2Plain ^D There lived a ma^F#miden, Darcy ^EmFarrow was her ^Anam^A7e The ^Ddaughter of old Dundee and a ^Gfair one was ^Dshe The ^Gsweet^Aest ^Dflower t^Ghat b^Dloomed o^A'er the ^Drange

^DHer voice was as ^D7sweet as the^G sugar c^Dsus2andy ^D Her touch was as^F#m soft as a ^Embed of goose ^Adow^A7n Her ^Deyes shone bright like the^G pretty ^Dlights That ^Gshone i^An the ^Dnight ^Gout of ^DYer^Arington ^Dtown

^DShe was ^D7courted by Y^Goung Vanda^Dmere A fine lad was ^F#mhe as ^EmI am to ^Ahea^A7r ^DHe gave her silver ^D7rings and ^Glacy ^Dthings And she ^Gpro^Amised to ^Dwed be^Gfore the ^Dsnows ^Acame that ^Dyear

But her ^Dpony did ^D7stumble an^Gd she did ^Dfall Her dyin' touched the ^F#mhearts of us ^Emone and ^Aall^A7 Young ^DVandy in his pain put a ^Gbullet through his ^Dbrain And we b^Guried ^Athem to^Dgether ^Gas the ^Dsnows b^Aegan to ^Dfall

They ^Dsing of ^F#mDarcy ^BmFarrow^D7 where the ^GTruckee runs ^Dthrough They ^Dsing of her ^F#mbeauty in Vir^Emginia City ^Atoo^A7 At ^Ddusky sun^D7down to her ^Gname they drink a ^Dsus2round ^D And ^Gto ^Ayoung ^DVan^Gdy whose ^Dlove ^Awas t^Drue