THE TRAIL OF THE YELLOWSTONE.
Who follows the trail of the Yellowstone, he treads a devious way,
Where the waters tumble and toss and moan thru darksome night and thru day;
They tumble and toss o'er the precipice to the gloomy depths below,
Where never a ray of sunlight gleams on the wave- tips white as snow.
Where the waters tumble and toss and moan thru darksome night and thru day;
They tumble and toss o'er the precipice to the gloomy depths below,
Where never a ray of sunlight gleams on the wave- tips white as snow.
Who follows the trail of the Yellowstone, he treads a wondrous way,
For the Canyon walls form a picture grand in the sunlight's dying ray;
And over the fall, thru the cloud of spray, there shines God's beautiful bow,
With gorgeous purples and greens and reds, and yellows that brightly glow.
For the Canyon walls form a picture grand in the sunlight's dying ray;
And over the fall, thru the cloud of spray, there shines God's beautiful bow,
With gorgeous purples and greens and reds, and yellows that brightly glow.
Who follows the trail of the Yellowstone, he treads a dangerous way;
Under the sad and whispering pines where the grizzly stands at bay;
For the silver tip is lord of the land along the Yellowstone trail,
And he deals a blow with his mighty paw that would shatter a coat of mail.
Under the sad and whispering pines where the grizzly stands at bay;
For the silver tip is lord of the land along the Yellowstone trail,
And he deals a blow with his mighty paw that would shatter a coat of mail.
Who follows the trail of the Yellowstone will come at last to the day
Where the waters cease their dreary moan and flow in peace away;
They flow in quiet loveliness with never a spray oh their crest,
Until at length they reach their home in the broad Missouri's breast.
Where the waters cease their dreary moan and flow in peace away;
They flow in quiet loveliness with never a spray oh their crest,
Until at length they reach their home in the broad Missouri's breast.
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