Written by A.P. Carter
D As we sit alone tonight in the stillness of the night, A D I picture happy scenes of long ago, of a maiden fair and bright who is sleeping there tonight A D in the valley of the Shenandoah ridge. A A7 D It was in the month of June, when the roses were in bloom, G D A A7 when I held her in my arms and softly sa…id, D “Darling, in the coming spring I'll be coming back again A D to the valley of the Shenandoah ridge”. D When I left her all alone in our Shenandoah home A D she promised she'd be waiting there for me. But the angels came along and took her from our home A D from the valley of the Shenandoah ridge. A A7 D It was in the month of June, when the roses were in bloom, G D A A7 when I held her in my arms and softly sa…id, D “Darling, in the coming spring I'll be coming back again A D to the valley of the Shenandoah ridge”. D When the evening shadows fall in memory I recall A D a pledge when I gave to her a ring: “Darling in the coming spring I'll be coming back again A D to the valley of the Shenandoah ridge. A A7 D It was in the month of June, when the roses were in bloom, G D A A7 when I held her in my arms and softly sa…id, D “Darling, in the coming spring I'll be coming back again A D to the valley of the Shenandoah ridge”.