I am old, very old, but I don't need a
It being on a fine summer's morning
As the birds sweetly
The back of the winter is broken
And light lingers long
As I look at the valley down below
It is green
In Monument Valley we ride
Myself and my Navajo guide
I'm moved
Darling, I have come to tell you
Though it almost breaks
'Twas the wild flowers I preferred
Who owed nothing to nobody
But
What will you do, love, when I am going
With white
Emma worked a lifetime toward her better life She built
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