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Loren Roberts

"The Tragedy of Sunset Land" (karaoke)

"The Tragedy of Sunset Land" (sheet music)


There's a little western city in the shadow of the hills
Where sleeps a brave young rebel 'neath the dew;
Now he's free from life's long struggle; his name is with us still;
We know that he was fearless, tried, and true.
In a homely pine board coffin, our warrior lies at rest.
Those henchmen turned loose on him one day.
These parting words were spoken: "Boys, I did my best!"
Where the old Chehalis River flows its way.

Now the moonbeams in the dell linger there in sad farewell,
In mem'ry of that fateful autumn day;
Some day we are coming home in the Sunset Land to roam,
Where the old Chehalis River flows its way.

The monarchs of the forest were secure in their regime
When they took brave Wesley Everest's life away.
His name will be a mem'ry in the workers' high esteem
Where the old Chehalis River flows its way.
When the sunlight floods the hilltops and the birds will sing once more,
In that valley, we will settle down to stay,
There to organize the workers on that lovely woodland shore
Where the old Chehalis River flows its way.

Now the moonbeams in the dell linger there in sad farewell,
In mem'ry of that fateful autumn day;
Some day we are coming home in the Sunset Land to roam,
Where the old Chehalis River flows its way.

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