Lyrics and translation John Denver - Darcy Farrow - Live

Darcy Farrow - Live

Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain
There lived a young maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range

Her voice was as sweet as sugar can be
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
That shine in the night out at Yerington town

She was courted by young Vandermeer
A fine lad was he, as I am to hear
He gave her silver rings and lacy things
He promised to wed before the snows came that year

Her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
We buried them together as the snows began to fall

They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
And to young Vandy, whose love was true

Моя милая Дарси

В долине Карсон, где течет река Уокер
Жила девица юная, звали Дарси Фарроу
Доченька старого Данди, была собою хороша
На свете краше цветка не цвело

Голосок ее был слаще сахара
Прикосновение - мягче лебяжьего пуха
Ярче звезд ее глаза сияли,
Как ночные огни в Ерингтоне

Юный Вандермир за ней ухаживал
Славный паренек, как я слышал
Серебряные кольца и кружевные платья дарил
Обещал жениться до первого снега

Промчалась беда - споткнулась ее лошадь
Смерть ее оплакали все мы - и стар, и млад
В отчаянии Ванди пустил себе пулю в лоб
Похоронили их рядом, когда шел первый снег

У речки Траки поют о Дарси Фарроу
В Вирджин-Сити славят ее красоту
На закате за нею пьют вино
И за Ванди, преданного в любви