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5!lie ?’-;ier. arc soft, the waters blue,
A bird’s voice si:v;s of or/eot love true, •.Jnoro I can't he] o but t'nin:. of you,
In tie Valley of tijc Rio Gr.'ndo,
The -na^ic aoell of southland air Is like the touch of your soft hair.
Oh, how t long to neat you there.
In the Valley of the rile (jranOo.
Li ice golden fruit of perfumed tro-o,
So rare to taste, to smell, to see,
;.Iy every sense is an of thee,
In the Valley of the Rio Or ancle.
The Tropic’s magic line is near,
No winter chill for one to fear,
Just gentle v/armtn like you, my dear,
In the Valley of the no Grande.
Quaint tales of oast, a mystic lore,
Are told of those who lived before I lived to love you, more and more,
In the Valley of the Rio Grande.
Cur modern man has seir.eC trv® l»od,
And wed it to the Rio Grande}
’fade fruitful soil of desert sand,
In the Valley of the Rio Grande.
This wedding of two barren things A song of fertile new life brings;
An Eden from their love-bed springs,
In the Valley of the Rio Grande.
And sc . my love, I dream of J/eui,
I long to know your love is true*
Oh, coins to.me, my dear one do,
So the Valley of the Rio oranGe.