Folk-Legacy acts as his publisher for this song, by the way. Through the valley winds a river, rolling gently with the flow. Round the bend in the river, folks are gathered by the shore. All aboard now, drop the mailbag, stow the cargo, on we go. Through the big timber country, rolling with a head of steam.
River horses haul the log booms to sawmills back upstream.
With broad-axe and cross cut, rugged loggers cut and toil, And the steamboat bears the burden and the bounty of the soil. Such a long, long time ago. Past the cornfields and meadows, cattle grazing by the way. Blue skies crest the hillsides on a golden summer's day. Wave from the railing to the children on the shore.