As we sit alone tonight in the stillness of the night, I picture happy scenes of long ago, of a maiden fair and bright who is sleeping there tonight in the valley of the Shenandoah ridge. CHORUS It was in the month of June, when the roses were in bloom, when I held her in my arms and softly said, "Darling, in the coming spring I'll be coming back again to the valley of the Shenandoah ridge". When I left her all alone in our Shenandoah home she promised she'd be waiting there for me. But the angels came along and took her from our home from the valley of the Shenandoah ridge. CHORUS When the evening shadows fall in memory I recall a pledge when I gave to her a ring: Darling in the coming spring I'll be coming back again to the valley of the Shenandoah ridge. CHORUS