From the recording Dust Bowl


Lily of The Valley©
words and music Grant Maloy Smith

She said that I was bound to be her lover And I thought that meant holding hands Two foolish children off in the fields That girl was always making plans But Lily of the Valley Disappeared like picnics in the rain Yes, I searched for her in vain But her grandpa packed them up and moved them back to Tennessee I always thought he meant to hide her from me I wonder if she thinks about me today Lily of the Valley was her name