New Christy Minstrels O Shenandoah
O Shenandoah, I'm bound away;
Fare thee well, you rolling river.
There's a meadow-land over Jordan.
Roll along, roll along,
Roll along to the sea. Oh, Shenandoah.
This world is not my home,
I am bound across the river,
Just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Passing through.
'Tis well I love this land,
Rolling hills and fertile valleys;
I have marveled at their beauty
All my days.
O Shenandoah, I'm bound away;
Fare thee well, you rolling river.
There's a meadow-land over Jordan.
Roll along, roll along,
Roll along to the sea. Oh, Shenandoah.
