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Brock Zeman
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D'Arcy Plunkett
Darcy Plunkett was a good honest man He came from a family of hard-working boys He was the fancy of many a fine lady They say when it come his time he could have his choice His Daddy was hard as the nails that he drove And as old-fashioned as the hammer in his hand And tears filled his eyes when he looked up with pride At his little boy who'd become a man
Then came the day when Darcy found himself a woman Of beauty so rare he'd never seen before in this world But times were different then and Darcy being a white man Wasn't to be messing around with no Indian girl So he loved her in secrecy beneath a crooked cypress tree Behind the church where they'd talk the whole day through Knowing there would come a day when both of their hearts would break So often is the case with a love that's so true One day he came home and his Father said, where you been now Darcy Secrets are a burden that can make your tongue unfurl He said, Daddy I'm in love I found myself a woman Daddy I'm in love with an Indian girl
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When the town found out it was much to their surprise Lord they just couldn't seem to understand And Darcy could heard them talking whenever they'd walk by Through the streets of Darby holding hands But a man will always stand up for the thing that he loves He'll cross any ocean and take any risk With the lips he used kissed her he soon learned to defend her And the hands that held her close soon clenched into fists One day he went to meet her and beneath that old cypress Was a note that Darcy read with a trembling hand It said, I love you Darcy but I can't live this way In another life love we'll meet again But he saddled his horse and he rode like the devil With his poor heart broken right in two But she left not a trace and Darcy couldn't find her way And he broke down and cried when he saw it was no use Now Darcy's an old man and everyone in Darby Thinks he's crazy and he ain't got one friend in the world And both day and night he sits beneath that crooked Cypress Waiting for his Indian girl
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