The sun did rise, yesterday, on that frozen hill As the crow flies, about twenty miles from Brownsville As I lay asleep Comfortably caught in my dream Visions of you Wading in a mountain stream And there's a story No one knows if it's true About a maiden Just as pretty as you It's a tale of a soldier who Left that maiden blue As I walk alone This path that I chose long ago Try as I may I can't keep my demons below And every tear that I've caused Comes back twelvefold And my destiny is to walk through The rain and the cold And there's a story No one knows if it's true About a maiden Just as pretty as you It's a tale of a soldier who Left that maiden blue The sun did set, last night, On Brownsville town And the darkness that fell We hope never again shall be found And I lay awake Hearing echoes Of a young maiden's song And sleep never came Just the thoughts of the one I did wrong The one I did wrong