Many
miles behind me and many more to go Before
I reach the valley where the Frenchy
pennies grow Miles of dusty road behind and miles of rolling
plain
Guess I'm getting homesick for the sight of
Queen again Where the northern sun
is shining on the valley down below
And the scent of Frenchy pennies on the breezes blow
Many miles behind me and many more to go
Before I reach the valley where the Frenchy
pennies grow
Hear
the birds even song
I ride alone and I'm heading for my sunset home
I've been riding since the early morn
Heading for the place where I was born To a
little lock homestead I call my sunset home
When the lights in the valley are
gleaming and the shadows hanging low
When the hills around are dreaming of the days of long ago
Then I'll wait for you in the valley,
meet the shining stars above
Near the rails of the old corral and listen for the yodel that I love
To the valley,
so that I will know that you are near
Sing your yodel and song as you ride along
Send the echoes ringing loud and clear
I hear a
yodel ringing
So yodel down the trail to the valley
So that I will know that you are near
Sing your yodel and song as you ride along
Send the echoes ringing loud and clear
I hear a yodel ringing
The echoes
sweetly singing