Deep within those wild west woods,
Lies hidden the treasured green gold.
Over its bewitching beauty I lost my soul,
For it was such a serene sight to behold!
Lies hidden the treasured green gold.
Over its bewitching beauty I lost my soul,
For it was such a serene sight to behold!
And oft when on my couch I lay,
Those tyndall flashes afore my eyes so play,
That back in those woods, I often find myself,
Ever deeper in its wilderness always trying to delve!