Carrie

1.   I’m gazing at the mountains, across the valleys wide
      And thinking of the stories they have known.
      And a story comes to mind that I was told some time ago
      As I’m looking at the mountain that’s named for Carrie Jones.

2.  Theodore Rixon, he was a rugged mountain man,
      Walked these peaks and valleys long ago.
     And one day when he was walking all alone in the Sol Duc Valley
     He came upon a pretty young woman, Carrie Jones.

(Chorus)   And Carrie loved the wilderness, the forests and the streams
                      She’d soar with the Golden Eagle in her dreams
                      And she lived beneath the mountains, where life is wild and free,
                      And her wilderness was beautiful, and so was she.

3.  She lived upon a homestead at the end of Crescent Lake,
      Postmistress for the village at Fairholm.
      Rixon named a mountain for the woman that he loved,
      And it wasn’t but a year he’d won the hand of Carrie Jones. 

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4.  Now I love to sing the river’s songs and wander through the mountains
     That rise so free and wild above my home.
     But I’d love to share the living with a lovely mountain woman.
     I guess I must be looking for someone like Carrie Jones. (chorus)

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