So many people traveling there
I will go too, for I am still young
God, the Lord will grant me good luck there
You, my wife, stay here 'til you hear from me
When you get my letter, put everything in order
Mount a raven-black steed, a horse like the wind
Fly across the ocean to join me here
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire
Only his grave, his blood did she find
Over it bitterly she cried
Ah, my husband, what have you done to this family of yours?
What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned?
Tell them, my wife, not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me
Tell them I lie here, in the American land
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2013/11/30 - 12:30
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