Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Other Years
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Heather Summer
Composer
Anna Krippenstapel
Composer
Lyrics
Deep down in yonder valley where the violets fade and bloom
There lies my own fair Ellen in a cold and solemn tomb
She died not brokenhearted, nor of disease she fell
Yet in one instant parted from the home she loved so well
One night as the moon shone brightly and the stars were shining too
Up to her darkened window her jealous lover drew
Fair Ellen lead us, wandered down in young meadows away
While wandering let us ponder and name our wedding day
So to the woods he lead her, his own true love so fair
Said she 'tis for you only that I am wandering here
The night is dark and dreary and I am afraid to stay
And I am growing weary, I would like to retrace my way
Retrace your way, no never, fair Ellen you must die
For in these woods I've loved you, and from you cannot fly
The birds sang in the morning, though lonesome was their song
And strangers found her body in a cold and lifeless form
Adieu my friends and parents, you'll never see me no more
Long long you'll wait my coming at our little cottage door
Come all ye fair young women who chance to look this way
Never put your trust in young men for they will lead you astray
Written by: Anna Krippenstapel, Heather Summer